[ Perhaps it's because Ragna's still new, that he hasn't experienced this level of intimacy before at any stage of his life, but he's also of the sound mind to clear out of this world. Reason or no reason given, if he can help it? He wouldn't be against bailing everyone else that wanted to leave, too. The more he can take away from these degenerate son of a bitches, the better. If he found himself succumbing to these urges, the call that lingers on the edges of his mind when the 'voice' of the Azure was so quiet now... No. He can't forget himself. He's too stubborn for that. Despite the hell that his world was on the brink of being cast into now that the Imperator was awake, he still...couldn't betray them. He can't give up on Jin. He can't give up on Saya.
He can't.
...And yet. ]
Two birds, one stone, huh?
[ Despite the fact Ragna was perfectly content in letting this room service order go unpaid, he...didn't intend to do this every time. Assuming he checks in for good and that "wildcard" of his manifests different. Besides, whether or not he plays, he chippers up just a little as he's nearly finished half the serving of fried rice. ]
Why the hell not. I gotta afford your next crepe somehow.
[ Glossing over the glaringly obvious way of affording said crepe. But he's taking a turn to kid, humor dry. He still hasn't touched the sweet & sour pork or beef chow mein, but right now, he's content in wanting to try out this Ma Po Tofu. Something that he sets in his lap as the light spice request can still fill his nostrils as he takes a breath of it. This? Required a spoon. No chopsticks were going to pick up anything substantial with this soft, rich pork and tofu dish. The cream puff would cap off the heat nicely. When she queries Ragna if he's normally a lucky guy, he doesn't quite laugh, but there's a little huff when his shoulders shrug. ]
Let's just say 9 outta 10 times, I gotta make my own luck. [ Not even discussing the trauma from his past, Ragna gently blows on the spoonful of Ma Po Tofu, he admits with a half smile: ] So basically crap.
[ Om. It's so smooth that he lets the flavours dance on his palate for a moment before swallowing, a satisfying heat tingling down his throat and lingering on his tongue. Not enough to phase him though. ]
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He can't.
...And yet. ]
Two birds, one stone, huh?
[ Despite the fact Ragna was perfectly content in letting this room service order go unpaid, he...didn't intend to do this every time. Assuming he checks in for good and that "wildcard" of his manifests different. Besides, whether or not he plays, he chippers up just a little as he's nearly finished half the serving of fried rice. ]
Why the hell not. I gotta afford your next crepe somehow.
[ Glossing over the glaringly obvious way of affording said crepe. But he's taking a turn to kid, humor dry. He still hasn't touched the sweet & sour pork or beef chow mein, but right now, he's content in wanting to try out this Ma Po Tofu. Something that he sets in his lap as the light spice request can still fill his nostrils as he takes a breath of it. This? Required a spoon. No chopsticks were going to pick up anything substantial with this soft, rich pork and tofu dish. The cream puff would cap off the heat nicely. When she queries Ragna if he's normally a lucky guy, he doesn't quite laugh, but there's a little huff when his shoulders shrug. ]
Let's just say 9 outta 10 times, I gotta make my own luck. [ Not even discussing the trauma from his past, Ragna gently blows on the spoonful of Ma Po Tofu, he admits with a half smile: ] So basically crap.
[ Om. It's so smooth that he lets the flavours dance on his palate for a moment before swallowing, a satisfying heat tingling down his throat and lingering on his tongue. Not enough to phase him though. ]
How about you, Weiss?