[ Then, assuming that she didn't gamble much, to have chips, then... Talk about a new learning experience. He lets that thought stay at that- perhaps out of an unspoken respect. If this place was all about leisure and there was very little else beyond indulging, he was going to find himself getting...really bored, really fast. Time will tell if Mr. Grim Reaper here was going to find a particular balance in how he accrues his chip stack. He still isn't keen on paying these guys, but he finds himself being more easily swayed by the suggestions of this girl who could have left at any point.
Actually...sigh, playing games. But not necessarily "the" game. Can they go back to hanging out in his suite and forgetting where they are? He'll even take getting bullied teased by her over what's waiting for them down below. So much so that when Weiss taunts him again, he folds his arms and gives a halfassed response. ]
Words in my mouth, why don'tcha...
[ Because saying "No" was too direct of an invite.
'Ding!' The elevator opens! And they're now far removed from the fancy couch, the fancy bath, the fancy kitchen, the luxurious privacy... And he takes a deep breath in through his nose. Out his mouth. Just relax, Ragna. So long as he focuses on his company? He can hold a modicum of ignorant bliss while they continue to hang out. So far as they walk, it's not like they're being bombarded by innuendo and debauchery just by walking down a hallway into the more open space. Although there is one difference he notices. ]
Looks like we skipped the big rush.
[ Compared to how busy and crowded it was waiting for an elevator earlier, let alone getting crammed in with so many others. Now there's just only a couple other people around. It's awfully quiet now... But they gotta head down to the main level from here if they want to hit the casino. Ragna walks up to press the ▼ button, only for a moment's passing and another audible 'Ding!' as the light above the door illuminates. ]
Huh. Good timing, too.
[ Good timing indeed. Especially when those doors open and out fumble a seemingly drunken pair of women, clothing still dishevelled and giggling something about 'hoping they liked the show' before Ragna can barely step to the side as they walk off together. Furrowing his brow at them whilst biting his tongue, he scrunches his mismatched gaze with a shake of his head before shrugging it off, remembering to step into the elevator in time. He holds his arm out against the side so that it doesn't start to close on Weiss. ]
no subject
Actually...sigh, playing games. But not necessarily "the" game. Can they go back to hanging out in his suite and forgetting where they are? He'll even take getting
bulliedteased by her over what's waiting for them down below. So much so that when Weiss taunts him again, he folds his arms and gives a halfassed response. ]Words in my mouth, why don'tcha...
[ Because saying "No" was too direct of an invite.
'Ding!' The elevator opens! And they're now far removed from the fancy couch, the fancy bath, the fancy kitchen, the luxurious privacy... And he takes a deep breath in through his nose. Out his mouth. Just relax, Ragna. So long as he focuses on his company? He can hold a modicum of ignorant bliss while they continue to hang out. So far as they walk, it's not like they're being bombarded by innuendo and debauchery just by walking down a hallway into the more open space. Although there is one difference he notices. ]
Looks like we skipped the big rush.
[ Compared to how busy and crowded it was waiting for an elevator earlier, let alone getting crammed in with so many others. Now there's just only a couple other people around. It's awfully quiet now... But they gotta head down to the main level from here if they want to hit the casino. Ragna walks up to press the ▼ button, only for a moment's passing and another audible 'Ding!' as the light above the door illuminates. ]
Huh. Good timing, too.
[ Good timing indeed. Especially when those doors open and out fumble a seemingly drunken pair of women, clothing still dishevelled and giggling something about 'hoping they liked the show' before Ragna can barely step to the side as they walk off together. Furrowing his brow at them whilst biting his tongue, he scrunches his mismatched gaze with a shake of his head before shrugging it off, remembering to step into the elevator in time. He holds his arm out against the side so that it doesn't start to close on Weiss. ]