[ In hindsight...he could have gone for a cup himself. But, too late to call Room Service again without making it look like he was just harassing the staff. ...Which, to be frank, he's still not feeling beholden to the House and its 'denizens'.
The truth is, Ragna can eat this all if he really wants to. But he was likely going to simply leave it for leftovers. The one time he goes against his "don't have enough money to pay" rule, and he actually feels good about it? Maybe he's more bad than he thought... Nah. Just sticking it to the resort. But he's not in the mood to harp on them right now. ]
Alright then.
[ Had Weiss simply decided to up and leave now that she got what she came here for, he did say that he got what he needed, too. Some details. Some pointers. In the grand scheme of things, it really amounted to so little... But he wasn't looking at any of that. If anything, Weiss being straight with him was a welcome change of pace.
Tch. "Welcome change of pace" in a world run on sex. The hell's all there to unpack in that thought? ]
Well, my sleuthing around the lower floors accomplished jack all, so... [ Forgive him. He's still a tad lost. ] I dunno. Maybe see what I can dig up checking out the casino?
[ It isn't like knowing what this place is would equip anyone for handling every day life here. Weiss is surprised, however, that no one seems to be hellbent on leaving this place, but she also hasn't socialised much to know what everyone else is thinking.
To her, most people seem to just be enjoying themselves. As for her... while she quickly changed her tune from not wanting to play to playing every now and then, she does still know that she needs to go back home. And she'll hold onto that thought for as long as she can. It's scary to think how it feels like everyone here is going to turn into mindless players who just party, gamble, and have sex every day...
She doesn't want to be one of them. ]
Yeah, earn yourself some chips, while you're at it, too.
[ She'll have to tag along and make sure he doesn't end up playing any of the weird games. Then again, there are some of those easy ones where you sniff someone's mouth or touch their knee. It didn't seem all that bad, and it was pretty easy money! And she'll do it all even though he didn't ask.
It's not like she has anything better to do. ]
Are you normally a lucky guy?
[ With her crepe done, she stands up to place the plate on the tray. And she'll serve herself a slice of the duck, wrapping it in lettuce and then adding the sauce. ]
[ 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. ]
[ It's preparing him in order to have an easier time surviving this place. Chips won't get him far beyond being able to spend on certain things, but it's still a necessity! He doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd leech off other people, so it'd be best to get some chips in his account.
His agreement gets her to smile, and she even claps her hands together once. That's what she likes to hear! ]
That's the way. I don't think the crepes are very expensive, but if you win one of the games once? I think you'd be able to buy ten crepes!
[ Ragna should not spend all his chips on Weiss, but she's just giving him an idea here. Ideas, even! One: he can get a considerable amount of money to spend, two: he should consider getting her more than just one crepe.
(So much for not leeching off of people, Weiss.)
The slice of duck isn't so big, so it's pretty easy to finish. Once she's done, she grabs a napkin and wipes her hand of any crumbs and oil, then she sits back down, closer to the gifts now so she can go through them again while he's eating. May as well get busy with something while waiting for him. ]
I'd say... it's decent? [ Not at all true. She's just going through some of the other cards now as she figures out what her luck is like. ] The slot machines haven't made me do anything crazy yet.
[ Her intuition would be correct! He was more keen on handling problems by himself and involving others less in his affairs. Though, most circumstances were of the dangerous variety. Things were a touch different here... Pot calling the kettle black— telling someone else that letting others tag in to help was okay. He wouldn't ask her to join him, but judging by the direction of this conversation? They might be heading in the same direction. Besides, all the teasing and riling him aside, she's proven to be a pretty...chill person? No pun intended. There would be ample time for Ragna to reflect back on how he felt about this girl, or any of the guests he'd happened to cross paths with here.
If this is what "misery loves company" looks like, than adjusting until he's pulled back through the Boundary, or the rabbit, or who knows interferes... It might not be so bad. It's easy to forget where he is when he's in a luxurious suite, buying someone food without the pretense of it being for sex. That is. Until they inevitably go back downstairs, and he'll find himself a touch more guarded once more. ]
Yeah? Ten whole crepes off one score? The economy's really booming here, [ he adds with a drip of sarcasm on the edge of his tone.
(...sigh room service gave her three he can't get upstaged by the staff.)
The Ma Po Tofu serving isn't huge, and since it wasn't served with a bed of rice, it's more or less like a really thick and savoury soup of sorts. And while he doesn't go slurping and scarfing it down like a pig, Ragna does find himself actually digging into this one especially. It might be the first thing besides the Peking Duck that gets completely polished off. He can feel a light dribble of sauce roll down from his lip, which he gently swipes with his thumb and quietly sucks off the end.
A satisfied, low rolling sigh... There. That's got the heart nice and warm. There's still some left in the deep plate! Of which he gestures to Weiss if she wished to try. If she declines, Ragna'll simply go back to it. ]
Anything crazy? [ His brow lightly furrows to that, in part concern but also...curiosity? ] You mean they're not just there to doll out chips if you get lucky enough?
[ Think you answered your own question there, Ragna, thinking of what this place literally wants 24/7. ]
[ Technically, this order of butter and sugar crepe counts as once even if they did serve three small ones. So imagine thirty small crepes? That's how many crepes he can get from the most basic of payouts.
Weiss is going to be in such big trouble when she finds out about the arcade and the crepe stand there. As it is, she's content with the crepes in the cafes and all. Learning that there's actually a place here that specialises in making one of her favourite snacks... oh boy. ]
Yup. You can probably get more if you play the more difficult games, though. I don't really know.
[ That is to say, she doesn't play that much games in the casino unless she has to. Every now and then, she'll sit down and play some poker, but it's really just to observe people and practice, and not necessarily to get her chips to multiply.
Some of the gifts are unfortunately in wrapping, so she doesn't open any of those. But the ones inside paper bags which she can just take what's inside, she does mess around with! One of which she almost takes out, only to chuck the bag and its contents riiiight back at the other end of the couch. If she doesn't say anything, maybe he won't ask!
But hopefully he... enjoys the very nice black and red set of vibrators in there.
It's as she tries to cover up that nothing crazy just happened that she sees him offering her some food again. She waves a hand dismissively in response. ]
N- No, thank you! [ Hah... Ha ha.......... Better change the topic real quick now. She'll just tuck her hair behind her ear and reach for the plate of cream puffs. This is what she gets for going through people's things, really... ] And the slot machines aren't just machines, yeah. You have to do something based on what you roll, and if you do it, then you get the chips in your account.
I had to touch someone's knee before!
[ And lick someone's mouth... But it's probably best not to bring that up now. She's embarrassed herself enough as is. ]
[ All the more reason for Ragna's motivation to take a shift then. He can't let the House win. He can't let them one-up him when he thinks he can do a better job of treating someone with respect. Three small crepes per one serving? Hell! He'll do six! And with enough chips, he'll find himself a portable stove and skillet and make his own crepes, damn it! Yeah, he'll override the Golden Peacock's monopoly on crepes and forge ahead with a new empire. And in order to do that, he was going to need help. His specialty in cooking was BBQ, but his horizons needed to not only be broadened, but also taste-tested too before the product can be released to the masses. And if enough guests catch wind of what they're up to, competition may only stand to become even more fierce. Kitchens may catch fire. Alliances may be forged and compromised. Hearts WILL be broken even if he never asked for this? But in the end, Ragna the Bloodedge and Weiss Schnee must remain strong if they are to transcend beyond the upper echelon of the ranks.
The King and Queen of Crepes? No. That's too paltry. They're breaching unto divine territory with this path. But neither of them will have to do it alone! ]
↑ ↑ ↑ Editor's Note: To Unlock this Gag Reel ending, please select the dialogue choice that continues the conversation about the value of Crepes.)
By "more difficult", I'm wagering the tables, right? Poker, Blackjack...
[ Both of which he's familiar with! Games that require a little more forward thinking than just pushing buttons on a screen or pulling a slot lever and watching and listening to the blinking lights and sounds. Although Weiss claims that she doesn't really know full specifics, he can only infer so much from her details as well. That and assumptions make an ass out of them both. What she does with her time in this place isn't any of his business. So whatever she has to do to make herself...comfortable? He doesn't know her well, but he'd trust that's on her.
That might be him soon, after all. Doing whatever he can to be comfortable.
Ragna notices how Weiss is busying herself with the various boxes and bags, opting for the latter since those aren't wrapped or knotted with satin ribbons. He never planned on opening or taking advantage of what was inside, what with his lack of trust in this place. That's right about the time that the tiny little Schnee flings the bag and its contents to the other end of the couch. ]
Huh? [ Aaand unfortunately for Weiss, the gift bag falls onto its side, lending to the black and red vibrators peeking out. He was offering the tofu when he catches them from the corner of his eye, muttering quietly, ] Hell are those?
[ "N- No, thank you!" And timely intervention on Weiss' part! Ahhh... it's probably some weird sex thing if she was reacting like that to it. Like he knows what the hell a vibrator is. Narrowing his gaze, he moves on when she reaches for the cream puff. Right. Right. Time to reel this conversation back in. ]
"Touch someone's knee"? [ That earns Weiss a lighter 'hmph' as he wears a little smile of amusement. ] Sorry to hear that. You must've felt so scandalized.
[ She's made him feel a little more optimistic now. ... Cautiously optimistic. ]
Yeah, they pay more. But if you place higher bets, then I guess any game is the same.
[ Don't quote her on that one, though. It's not like she's a casino expert to begin with. But, it's as she said. Some are easy, some can give a good payout and can last for days in the resort. Thankfully, there's no rent to pay, so most expenses just deal with food, clothing, and other extra things.
Still, it doesn't make this an ideal place to live in!
After seeing one of his presents, maybe it would be best not to touch the rest. Ragna, the Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity can open the rest of his presents on his own. It'll be fine! He can just do it while she isn't here, because she'd rather not know what else the resort got for him and his newly wed— wherever they may be.
Out of sight, out of mind. Eating a cream puff puts her back in a good mood, a bit more calm and collected when she responds. ]
Compared to the other things, like squeezing someone's chest? I'll take touching someone's knee any time.
[ Knee kink????? She smiles at him when a thought hits her, so before she takes another bite of her cream puff, she says: ]
In fact, I'll touch your knee all day if I have to, if it meant getting chips out of it.
That's about as straightforward as it gets. ...Until it isn't, if my hunch about these bastards is right.
[ Remember. Cautiously optimistic.
By the time he finishes the last spoonfuls of his Ma Po Tofu, he reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth, clean as it was still. His lips tingle a little, and the spice level means that he can still feel some residual heat. If he forgets about being kidnapped like the rest of them, this is a lot more appetizing! Not bad, Golden Peacock. Not bad at all. He'll enjoy the rest later, since he can just tuck them away in the fridge like leftovers. Once he's set his empty plate aside, Weiss did offer him a cream puff so he asks, ]
May I?
[ A formality, since she'd already offered, but it's also a heads up that he's leaning over for her so he can carefully pick up one of her puffs.
"My goodness. Perhaps I might need to reevaluate my opinion of you, Ragna— when your manners were befitting of dirt before," he can totally hear the Rabbit say, backhanding him and killing any momentum of decency out of the white-haired man.
Weiss mentioning the alternative of squeezing someone's chest usually wouldn't get colour rising to his face so easily. But even if his voice hasn't stammered or composure crumpled yet, there's still a faint redness there.
Must be the spice. (:
It's a light conversation, but on the topic of where to touch others, Ragna can't help but let his thoughts trail. Normally he would keep a tighter lid on those thoughts and feelings, and he was about to say something when Weiss puts the cherry on top of her little kneedy train of thought. ]
Huh? [ Oh that. Is a good distraction from said internal thoughts. Day 1, maybe Day 2 Ragna might have barked, back straightening with a boisterious "WHOA!!" or "Where the hell did that come from?!" ...over knee touching. But she already got him flustered before, cheeky little "getting her hands all over him" remark and all. And it's not like she was randomly throwing herself at him for a joke. Words? He can handle those, tempering himself with a long, deep sigh. So despite the fact he's got a little blush, ] At least I figured out where you want to put your hands on me.
[ It's the more normal games that aren't normal here. It doesn't take long for someone to grow doubtful that there isn't a catch. Ragna has every right to think that way. ]
Yes, go ahead.
[ The cream puffs are pretty good! Weiss does like this particular flavour a lot since she tried it, but she's pretty sure the other pastries in Great Tit! are a lot better. Too bad they're all shaped like actual tits, and she can't be caught eating those around anyone...
His reaction to her touching his knee isn't as explosive as the way he reacted earlier. Is he growing? Adapting? Or maybe it wasn't embarrassing enough. God- she just thinks one of her own teammates would have a kick out of all this. ]
Oh, definitely. I'd have you sit down while I'm settled on the floor, fingers splayed as I just get in there, touching your knee all over.
[ She clears her throat. Her next words have a bit of a dramatic flair to it, clearly exaggerated. ]
"Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda— hahaha! [ That's the sound of her breaking character and losing her shit before she could even finish the joke. ]
[ Speaking of which? It's his turn! Ragna...usually doesn't get the chance to try such fancy looking dishes. These would be more up Rachel's avenue in terms of elegance. But...that didn't mean it made it something he was against trying. In fact, as he takes a bite off the end of his cream puff, his eyes seem to briefly light up. He can't say he has a sweet tooth, but this earl grey? It adds a nice twist on the whole dessert. He simply hums his approval to her before he takes a bigger bite.
What a big big mistake.
"Oh, definitely." accompanied by what she says next. He stops chewing, letting the cream puff just melt a little in his mouth as he finds himself staring back at her. Wide-eyed, a muffled noise of an "Mn—!" Sitting down, this girl settled on the floor beneath him, fingers splayed as she gets all up in on his knee. His knee.
...and if those hands slipped, sliding further over or along the inside of his thigh—— ]
?!? [ There's a visible tremble in Ragna's eyes for a moment as he muffles behind sealed lips before forcing himself to swallow down the cream puff. Audibly. It wasn't just his face that was burning red again, but for the first time since he got here? Heat. Spreading through his chest as he prepares to lambaste her for...something. Saying anything right now more akin to barking because he suddenly feels like he's losing his grip. ] Hey, the hell's with—!!
[ "Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda—" aaand she's losing her shit because of her pun that does not go over his head. And suddenly that bubbling urge to bark dissipates, simmering...simmering... ]
[ SHE IS FUNNY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And she is absolutely still laughing, a hand on her stomach as it starts to hurt. Once she catches breath, she snickers one last time before just... grinning.
She obviously isn't over it yet. But she is trying!! ]
That was good. I'll need to remember that one.
[ Is she going to tell it to some other person? Maybe. Poor them, really. At least Ragna can rest assured (?) that he wouldn't be the only one to suffer through this. Though he should probably regret helping her out... Look at what the caffeine has done to her. ]
[ A shame that Ragna’s rarely the laughing type. But the progression from being stone-faced when being scoped for hustling his way into her pants, to the flustering Grim Reaper sitting beside her, was like seeing two sides of a door. Congratulations, Weiss Schnee. This is an all new type of bullying for Ragna that he’s gonna need some time and experience to process.
That and…it’s honestly still a welcome change from what he was mentally preparing himself for in this place. When he invited Weiss earlier, Ragna thought that she would be a (understandably) guarded person and he would exchange advice giving her food, and that would be the end of that. Instead, she’s already poked fun at him numerous times and showed a playful side that practically blindsided him.
The fact she has no idea who he really is and she’s pressing buttons…
Man. What the hell is he in for in this tenure. ]
Please. Please just. I need you to spare me the knee puns.
[ It takes a certain level of shamelessness to get comfortable in someone else's room, especially when you've only just met. Weiss didn't really think she'd be having a conversation like this— one where more than just stating facts and speculation about this resort would be shared. Here she is though... she's done all that! And she's also at that point where she can be more like herself. Even if it's the dorkier and goofier side of her that she shows.
Ragna should be proud of himself. Nice Weiss already on the first day? That's a rare feat. A scythe-wielding girl in black and red would be flipping out at him if she ever found out. ]
What's wrong? [ She takes a small bite out of her second cream puff, intentionally pausing because yes, once again, she is here to deliver yet another line. It is after swallowing that she asks: ] You don't think I'm fun-knee?
[ This time, she doesn't crack and start laughing before she finishes. She waits and looks at him after saying it, expecting a reaction, whether a snort or exasperation. One will make her stop while the other will make her want to keep going. ]
[ Truth be told? Ragna can't recall a time that he's had somebody staying in a place he could actually call his "room" before. Not since he was still a kid, when he'd chide Jin for being a crybaby over the moon, or letting his little sister sleep in his bed when she had a bad dream. The fact that this is a real "first" for him at his age would probably sink in later when he was all by himself, alone with his thoughts. Although, having "Nice Weiss" as the first person he actually experienced a moment like this with? Wasn't...so bad. Not bad at all, actually.
Even if he's towing the line of being a grouch and trying his hand at being a host.
Said scythe-wielding girl in black and red would probably flip out at him regardless.
... She intentionally pauses. ]
...Oh god. [ Ragna just sounds. So done. And yet. And yet. He lets her keep going. Here it comes. ] UGH.
[ He's being tortured. He's also the one that chimed back once about figuring out where she wanted her hands to be on him, he realizes. Which might be why she skilfully(?) dodges the "shut up" button once again. ]
Go back to eating your cream puff. [ A beat, as he holds his own half-eaten one up. ...son of a bitch he's gonna regret this: ] I knee-d a sec if you're gonna keep bombarding me.
[ Well, he better not tell her to "shut up" again. That's just asking for a fight.
Even if she does ask for it, most of the sometimes. ]
Oh, sure. [ Oh, thank god. She sounds serious. Is she actually listening to him this time and will stop with the lame jokes? ] I'll only say something again if it's knee-cessary.
[ That's the last one. For now. He won't know when the next one will come, but she will be there... waiting for an opportunity to flaunt her funny bone again. Her teammates would be so proud. (Or they would be on Team Ragna for this one. It really is all up in the air.)
But with only one last cream puff left though, there's not much else to eat. She places the plate on the tray and makes sure she didn't leave any crumbs on the couch, cleaning it up if she spots any. It'll be as if she was never here, by the end of it all. ]
[ She'd have to genuinely grate on him to accomplish that again. He's even almost over the whole Crimson Calamity deal. She sounds serious though? Was he breaking through to her?! He swallows what's left of his cream puff just in time for her to drop that lame ass pun. But instead of complain even more or beg her to stop... ]
And there's the coup de grâce...
[ Weiss Win. Perfect. ]
[ Ragna is content with what he's eaten so far, so he's ready to tidy up as well. Pushing himself back up to his feet, he tidies up with her, only piping up when she goes back to picking the crumbs from the couch if there's any left. He offers to take care of it for her, though conschnee-ds easily enough otherwise as he takes the cart of leftover food towards the fridge in the kitchen. Whether Weiss follows him or not, he regards back to her: ]
I think I changed my mind about changing. [ Main reason being? Besides the sus titty shirt? ] I'm not feeling so stuffy with just a dress shirt.
[ Ragna can just tuck it in again! He starts arranging the leftover Chinese dishes into the fridge real quick, followed by turning around to the marbled island where the sink is. He's mindful of his gloved right hand, only rinsing his bare left hand as he intends to just wipe the right clean. ]
So what now? Wanna relax for a little bit or head back down?
[ A dress shirt is a regular type of clothing... If he feels stuffy in one, Weiss would. . . honestly be judging. There's a reason why Weiss didn't have a high opinion of Sun when they first met. While a big factor of it was because he was a Faunus and was clearly not to be trusted at the time, he certainly looked very uncivilised (harsh) by having his shirt open the whole time.
No, she did not think the washboard abs were attractive. ]
Hold on to that shirt of yours, especially if you don't have a lot of chips to spare. The free clothes that come from this place are very tacky.
[ Just like that "I'm in my slut era" shirt from before... Fortunately, she's done with that phase of wearing free clothes, because she purchased some new ones as soon as she got out of the room she woke up in. While she'd much rather be in her usual battle gear, it's not like there's any reason for her to fight just yet, so she's just been spending most of her days in casual dresses in this place. Just like now. ]
Let's head back down soon. I'm plenty relaxed as is.
[ No, she does not ask about him, but he had a bunch to eat. If he wants to sit down and relax a little longer, she won't mind, but she might go down ahead just so she can move around and do something else. Eat and run mentality ]
[ A regular type of clothing that he most certainly wasn’t used to. Loosened cuffs and a well fitted dress shirt wasn’t so obnoxious on him after all though, the longer he relaxed and got out of the grandiose of his white jacket. Only thing he’d have preferred was if he got decked out in black. But, even Ragna knew that beggars couldn’t be choosers on their predicament.
That, and…the less questions that get (inevitably) asked about his arm and why that whole sleeve underneath was staying on, the better. Another reason why he second-guessed the Great Tit! t-shirt. ]
Tacky’s a…uh, real polite way of putting it.
[ And as such, he’s on her wavelength in that respect, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he dries his hand clean on a gilded hand towel provided. ]
Seriously, what the hell were they thinking stealing the clothes off my back?
[ And he presumes off Weiss’ too. But when she gives the go ahead for them to get ready to hit the Casino, he lets go of his earlier frustration over outfit compromises with a more calming sigh. ]
Sure. I’m feelin’ pretty good too now.
[ Really good actually. The food and dessert were a bigger pick-me-up than he thought they’d be. This was a much needed change of pace. …even if he had to contend with a tiny Schnee along the way. ]
[ It certainly is very cheap to her. No respectable person would wear a shirt that says "I love dildos" unless they found it funny or something. In contrast to him, she is a beggar who is also a chooser, and actually did. . . refuse to put any of those free clothes on and instead went shopping in her bathrobe.
(Yeah.)
At the very least, that whole ordeal is over now and Weiss does have clothes she's more comfortable wearing in public now. ]
Also, you're lucky you have something decent on. Some of us here, when we arrived, woke up naked in the jungle.
[ "Some of us here" obviously means it wasn't her, but he should be glad it wasn't him, either.
She'll wait for him to finish cleaning up and fixing the leftovers by the door. There's her watch that she fiddles with as she waits, making sure she's texting her catdemon roommate that she's out and if he can get room service to clean the place up unless he wants to do that... ]
Embarrassing? Raunchy? [ Oh wait. The most obvious term. ] Stupid?
I mean if you've gotta have shirts with slogans or logos, have at 'er but would it kill them to have one shirt that wasn't slapping a dick or boobs on it?
[ To be fair. There probably(?) is tamer apparel. But Ragna also wasn't about to just start looking desperate digging through and find out whether it exists or not. Yet it's when Weiss puts everything into perspective for how some of the wildcards arrived previously that grants him pause. The incredulous look he gives her isn't directed at her, but at the absurdity of the statement. Although part of him, somehow, still wasn't surprised either. ]
That...wouldn't have boded well for anyone involved if that were me.
[ Half a frown, as he avoids sparing a glance to his right arm. Beneath his dress shirt is a full-length black sleeve. No one needed to see the raw Azure Grimoire underneath. And ever since he got here? It stopped hurting, and any time someone bumped into him or even accidentally touched it, they didn't get woozy either. Bristly and cautious as he may still be about letting people get too close, it's also been getting...harder to. For one reason or another that he's happy to have distractions for in the form of taking a chance on this girl.
Still... ]
Well then. Guess that just means I gotta count my blessings then.
[ He sounds so enthused. Weiss has plenty of time to fiddle and keep her roommate in the know before he's all set! He already knows that he's going to be on edge a little once they're down in the hustle and bustle of the Casino. But...if he can just keep his attention on Weiss to start and focus less on the mindless drones of lustful idiots 'enjoying their stay', he can forget he's in a sex resort for a little while longer.
Be that anchor, Weiss. Just for a little bit. He'll even endure more of your cringe puns to do it.
But at least Ragna sounds better as he even has a relaxed smile on his face. ]
Alright. Let's see how lucky we can get after all.
When I find a shirt that has a knee on it, I'll be sure to get it for you. Consider it a "welcome to the casino" present.
[ Ah... what has he done...
She isn't too fazed by his reaction to waking up naked in the jungle, though. No matter who it was, she imagines, anyone sensible would just find it all too embarrassing and awful. A really bad experience overall. But if others get affected by it too, well... Weiss doesn't have to think too hard about it— that's his business and she won't ask. She maintains what she said, that he's lucky that it didn't happen to him.
Although waking up in this place to begin with is rather unlucky... but what's done is done!
She'll wait until he opens the door before she steps out. Goodbye, fancy room. Goodbye, very comfortable chaise lounge which she one day hopes to have in her own room. Goodbye, bathtub which she didn't really see but knows it's there. This should probably be the time when she thanks him for the coffee and the snacks, and she does think it. Rather than say it out loud, though, she decides to wait until later to show her gratitude.
It's just a little embarrassing, that's all. ]
Right. Like I said, the slot machines are the easiest, but if there's another game you want to play, I'll watch. Maybe you might win big.
[ Come to think of it... he can put himself up for auction, too. That'd get him quite a lot of chips in exchange for an hour with someone. ]
[ Ragna resists rolling his eyes, instead shaking his head before at least fessing, ]
Painful as that sounds, I'd...still take it over the rest of the junk.
[ Even if it's hypothetical. And probably joking. ...if he finds out people have a kneejob fetish here if that's even a thing, he's going to go insane. Ragna follows after her, only stopping to spare a glance back into the illustrious suite one more time. Remembering everything Weiss said before about being assigned a rank soon... This is too much even for him, but he also doesn't want to get thrown down into the pits either. For selfish reasons and...he just knows it'll put him in an even more sour mood. That and the trouble he'd cause if he had to put up with seeing the staff be assholes not only to him, but to people around him.
He's already got little patience for crap to begin with.
But who knows? Maybe he'll get dealt a good hand. And he can...invite her up again sometime. ]
I know how some of these games work. Even if I never really had the time for a lot of it back home.
[ Putting him up for auction is just asking for a bad time. For both parties involved. adskflj It's not long before the two return to the private elevator leading back down. From there, they can take the public elevators once again so they can get a clear path to the casino. ]
You're not gonna try your hand at any of them?
[ Curiosity more than goading her on! He reaches for and taps the button for the public level, the pristine golden doors gliding shut before they start going down. ]
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[ In hindsight...he could have gone for a cup himself. But, too late to call Room Service again without making it look like he was just harassing the staff. ...Which, to be frank, he's still not feeling beholden to the House and its 'denizens'.
The truth is, Ragna can eat this all if he really wants to. But he was likely going to simply leave it for leftovers. The one time he goes against his "don't have enough money to pay" rule, and he actually feels good about it? Maybe he's more bad than he thought... Nah. Just sticking it to the resort. But he's not in the mood to harp on them right now. ]
Alright then.
[ Had Weiss simply decided to up and leave now that she got what she came here for, he did say that he got what he needed, too. Some details. Some pointers. In the grand scheme of things, it really amounted to so little... But he wasn't looking at any of that. If anything, Weiss being straight with him was a welcome change of pace.
Tch. "Welcome change of pace" in a world run on sex. The hell's all there to unpack in that thought? ]
Well, my sleuthing around the lower floors accomplished jack all, so... [ Forgive him. He's still a tad lost. ] I dunno. Maybe see what I can dig up checking out the casino?
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To her, most people seem to just be enjoying themselves. As for her... while she quickly changed her tune from not wanting to play to playing every now and then, she does still know that she needs to go back home. And she'll hold onto that thought for as long as she can. It's scary to think how it feels like everyone here is going to turn into mindless players who just party, gamble, and have sex every day...
She doesn't want to be one of them. ]
Yeah, earn yourself some chips, while you're at it, too.
[ She'll have to tag along and make sure he doesn't end up playing any of the weird games. Then again, there are some of those easy ones where you sniff someone's mouth or touch their knee. It didn't seem all that bad, and it was pretty easy money! And she'll do it all even though he didn't ask.
It's not like she has anything better to do. ]
Are you normally a lucky guy?
[ With her crepe done, she stands up to place the plate on the tray. And she'll serve herself a slice of the duck, wrapping it in lettuce and then adding the sauce. ]
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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?
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His agreement gets her to smile, and she even claps her hands together once. That's what she likes to hear! ]
That's the way. I don't think the crepes are very expensive, but if you win one of the games once? I think you'd be able to buy ten crepes!
[ Ragna should not spend all his chips on Weiss, but she's just giving him an idea here. Ideas, even! One: he can get a considerable amount of money to spend, two: he should consider getting her more than just one crepe.
(So much for not leeching off of people, Weiss.)
The slice of duck isn't so big, so it's pretty easy to finish. Once she's done, she grabs a napkin and wipes her hand of any crumbs and oil, then she sits back down, closer to the gifts now so she can go through them again while he's eating. May as well get busy with something while waiting for him. ]
I'd say... it's decent? [ Not at all true. She's just going through some of the other cards now as she figures out what her luck is like. ] The slot machines haven't made me do anything crazy yet.
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If this is what "misery loves company" looks like, than adjusting until he's pulled back through the Boundary, or the rabbit, or who knows interferes... It might not be so bad. It's easy to forget where he is when he's in a luxurious suite, buying someone food without the pretense of it being for sex. That is. Until they inevitably go back downstairs, and he'll find himself a touch more guarded once more. ]
Yeah? Ten whole crepes off one score? The economy's really booming here, [ he adds with a drip of sarcasm on the edge of his tone.
(...sigh room service gave her three he can't get upstaged by the staff.)
The Ma Po Tofu serving isn't huge, and since it wasn't served with a bed of rice, it's more or less like a really thick and savoury soup of sorts. And while he doesn't go slurping and scarfing it down like a pig, Ragna does find himself actually digging into this one especially. It might be the first thing besides the Peking Duck that gets completely polished off. He can feel a light dribble of sauce roll down from his lip, which he gently swipes with his thumb and quietly sucks off the end.
A satisfied, low rolling sigh... There. That's got the heart nice and warm. There's still some left in the deep plate! Of which he gestures to Weiss if she wished to try. If she declines, Ragna'll simply go back to it. ]
Anything crazy? [ His brow lightly furrows to that, in part concern but also...curiosity? ] You mean they're not just there to doll out chips if you get lucky enough?
[ Think you answered your own question there, Ragna, thinking of what this place literally wants 24/7. ]
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Weiss is going to be in such big trouble when she finds out about the arcade and the crepe stand there. As it is, she's content with the crepes in the cafes and all. Learning that there's actually a place here that specialises in making one of her favourite snacks... oh boy. ]
Yup. You can probably get more if you play the more difficult games, though. I don't really know.
[ That is to say, she doesn't play that much games in the casino unless she has to. Every now and then, she'll sit down and play some poker, but it's really just to observe people and practice, and not necessarily to get her chips to multiply.
Some of the gifts are unfortunately in wrapping, so she doesn't open any of those. But the ones inside paper bags which she can just take what's inside, she does mess around with! One of which she almost takes out, only to chuck the bag and its contents riiiight back at the other end of the couch. If she doesn't say anything, maybe he won't ask!
But hopefully he... enjoys the very nice black and red set of vibrators in there.
It's as she tries to cover up that nothing crazy just happened that she sees him offering her some food again. She waves a hand dismissively in response. ]
N- No, thank you! [ Hah... Ha ha.......... Better change the topic real quick now. She'll just tuck her hair behind her ear and reach for the plate of cream puffs. This is what she gets for going through people's things, really... ] And the slot machines aren't just machines, yeah. You have to do something based on what you roll, and if you do it, then you get the chips in your account.
I had to touch someone's knee before!
[ And lick someone's mouth... But it's probably best not to bring that up now. She's embarrassed herself enough as is. ]
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Editor's Note: To Unlock this Gag Reel ending, please select the dialogue choice that continues the conversation about the value of Crepes.)
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[ Both of which he's familiar with! Games that require a little more forward thinking than just pushing buttons on a screen or pulling a slot lever and watching and listening to the blinking lights and sounds. Although Weiss claims that she doesn't really know full specifics, he can only infer so much from her details as well. That and assumptions make an ass out of them both. What she does with her time in this place isn't any of his business. So whatever she has to do to make herself...comfortable? He doesn't know her well, but he'd trust that's on her.
That might be him soon, after all. Doing whatever he can to be comfortable.Ragna notices how Weiss is busying herself with the various boxes and bags, opting for the latter since those aren't wrapped or knotted with satin ribbons. He never planned on opening or taking advantage of what was inside, what with his lack of trust in this place. That's right about the time that the tiny little Schnee flings the bag and its contents to the other end of the couch. ]
Huh? [ Aaand unfortunately for Weiss, the gift bag falls onto its side, lending to the black and red vibrators peeking out. He was offering the tofu when he catches them from the corner of his eye, muttering quietly, ] Hell are those?
[ "N- No, thank you!" And timely intervention on Weiss' part! Ahhh... it's probably some weird sex thing if she was reacting like that to it. Like he knows what the hell a vibrator is. Narrowing his gaze, he moves on when she reaches for the cream puff. Right. Right. Time to reel this conversation back in. ]
"Touch someone's knee"? [ That earns Weiss a lighter 'hmph' as he wears a little smile of amusement. ] Sorry to hear that. You must've felt so scandalized.
[ She's made him feel a little more optimistic now. ... Cautiously optimistic. ]
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[ Don't quote her on that one, though. It's not like she's a casino expert to begin with. But, it's as she said. Some are easy, some can give a good payout and can last for days in the resort. Thankfully, there's no rent to pay, so most expenses just deal with food, clothing, and other extra things.
Still, it doesn't make this an ideal place to live in!
After seeing one of his presents, maybe it would be best not to touch the rest. Ragna, the Grim-Reaping Crimson Calamity can open the rest of his presents on his own. It'll be fine! He can just do it while she isn't here, because she'd rather not know what else the resort got for him and his newly wed— wherever they may be.
Out of sight, out of mind. Eating a cream puff puts her back in a good mood, a bit more calm and collected when she responds. ]
Compared to the other things, like squeezing someone's chest? I'll take touching someone's knee any time.
[ Knee kink????? She smiles at him when a thought hits her, so before she takes another bite of her cream puff, she says: ]
In fact, I'll touch your knee all day if I have to, if it meant getting chips out of it.
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[ Remember. Cautiously optimistic.
By the time he finishes the last spoonfuls of his Ma Po Tofu, he reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth, clean as it was still. His lips tingle a little, and the spice level means that he can still feel some residual heat. If he forgets about being kidnapped like the rest of them, this is a lot more appetizing! Not bad, Golden Peacock. Not bad at all. He'll enjoy the rest later, since he can just tuck them away in the fridge like leftovers. Once he's set his empty plate aside, Weiss did offer him a cream puff so he asks, ]
May I?
[ A formality, since she'd already offered, but it's also a heads up that he's leaning over for her so he can carefully pick up one of her puffs.
"My goodness. Perhaps I might need to reevaluate my opinion of you, Ragna— when your manners were befitting of dirt before," he can totally hear the Rabbit say, backhanding him and killing any momentum of decency out of the white-haired man.
Weiss mentioning the alternative of squeezing someone's chest usually wouldn't get colour rising to his face so easily. But even if his voice hasn't stammered or composure crumpled yet, there's still a faint redness there.
Must be the spice.
(:It's a light conversation, but on the topic of where to touch others, Ragna can't help but let his thoughts trail. Normally he would keep a tighter lid on those thoughts and feelings, and he was about to say something when Weiss puts the cherry on top of her little kneedy train of thought. ]
Huh? [ Oh that. Is a good distraction from said internal thoughts. Day 1, maybe Day 2 Ragna might have barked, back straightening with a boisterious "WHOA!!" or "Where the hell did that come from?!" ...over knee touching. But she already got him flustered before, cheeky little "getting her hands all over him" remark and all. And it's not like she was randomly throwing herself at him for a joke. Words? He can handle those, tempering himself with a long, deep sigh. So despite the fact he's got a little blush, ] At least I figured out where you want to put your hands on me.
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Yes, go ahead.
[ The cream puffs are pretty good! Weiss does like this particular flavour a lot since she tried it, but she's pretty sure the other pastries in Great Tit! are a lot better. Too bad they're all shaped like actual tits, and she can't be caught eating those around anyone...
His reaction to her touching his knee isn't as explosive as the way he reacted earlier. Is he growing? Adapting? Or maybe it wasn't embarrassing enough. God- she just thinks one of her own teammates would have a kick out of all this. ]
Oh, definitely. I'd have you sit down while I'm settled on the floor, fingers splayed as I just get in there, touching your knee all over.
[ She clears her throat. Her next words have a bit of a dramatic flair to it, clearly exaggerated. ]
"Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda— hahaha! [ That's the sound of her breaking character and losing her shit before she could even finish the joke. ]
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What a big big mistake.
"Oh, definitely." accompanied by what she says next. He stops chewing, letting the cream puff just melt a little in his mouth as he finds himself staring back at her. Wide-eyed, a muffled noise of an "Mn—!" Sitting down, this girl settled on the floor beneath him, fingers splayed as she gets all up in on his knee. His knee.
...and if those hands slipped, sliding further over or along the inside of his thigh—— ]
?!? [ There's a visible tremble in Ragna's eyes for a moment as he muffles behind sealed lips before forcing himself to swallow down the cream puff. Audibly. It wasn't just his face that was burning red again, but for the first time since he got here? Heat. Spreading through his chest as he prepares to lambaste her for...something. Saying anything right now more akin to barking because he suddenly feels like he's losing his grip. ] Hey, the hell's with—!!
[ "Mister the Bloodedge, what beautiful skin you have. I didn't know that I knee-ded you until toda—" aaand she's losing her shit because of her pun that does not go over his head. And suddenly that bubbling urge to bark dissipates, simmering...simmering... ]
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[ SHE IS FUNNY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And she is absolutely still laughing, a hand on her stomach as it starts to hurt. Once she catches breath, she snickers one last time before just... grinning.
She obviously isn't over it yet. But she is trying!! ]
That was good. I'll need to remember that one.
[ Is she going to tell it to some other person? Maybe. Poor them, really. At least Ragna can rest assured (?) that he wouldn't be the only one to suffer through this. Though he should probably regret helping her out... Look at what the caffeine has done to her. ]
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and experienceto process.That and…it’s honestly still a welcome change from what he was mentally preparing himself for in this place. When he invited Weiss earlier, Ragna thought that she would be a (understandably) guarded person and he would exchange advice giving her food, and that would be the end of that. Instead, she’s already poked fun at him numerous times and showed a playful side that practically blindsided him.
The fact she has no idea who he really is and she’s pressing buttons…
Man. What the hell is he in for in this tenure. ]
Please. Please just. I need you to spare me the knee puns.
[ Don’t you mean… :) ]
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Ragna should be proud of himself. Nice Weiss already on the first day? That's a rare feat. A scythe-wielding girl in black and red would be flipping out at him if she ever found out. ]
What's wrong? [ She takes a small bite out of her second cream puff, intentionally pausing because yes, once again, she is here to deliver yet another line. It is after swallowing that she asks: ] You don't think I'm fun-knee?
[ This time, she doesn't crack and start laughing before she finishes. She waits and looks at him after saying it, expecting a reaction, whether a snort or exasperation. One will make her stop while the other will make her want to keep going. ]
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Even if he's towing the line of being a grouch and trying his hand at being a host.
Said scythe-wielding girl in black and red would probably flip out at him regardless.... She intentionally pauses. ]
...Oh god. [ Ragna just sounds. So done. And yet. And yet. He lets her keep going. Here it comes. ] UGH.
[ He's being tortured. He's also the one that chimed back once about figuring out where she wanted her hands to be on him, he realizes. Which might be why she skilfully(?) dodges the "shut up" button once again. ]
Go back to eating your cream puff. [ A beat, as he holds his own half-eaten one up. ...son of a bitch he's gonna regret this: ] I knee-d a sec if you're gonna keep bombarding me.
[ Om. /// ]
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Even if she does ask for it,
most of thesometimes. ]Oh, sure. [ Oh, thank god. She sounds serious. Is she actually listening to him this time and will stop with the lame jokes? ] I'll only say something again if it's knee-cessary.
[ That's the last one. For now. He won't know when the next one will come, but she will be there... waiting for an opportunity to flaunt her funny bone again. Her teammates would be so proud. (Or they would be on Team Ragna for this one. It really is all up in the air.)
But with only one last cream puff left though, there's not much else to eat. She places the plate on the tray and makes sure she didn't leave any crumbs on the couch, cleaning it up if she spots any. It'll be as if she was never here, by the end of it all. ]
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almostover the whole Crimson Calamity deal. She sounds serious though? Was he breaking through to her?! He swallows what's left of his cream puff just in time for her to drop that lame ass pun. But instead of complain even more or beg her to stop... ]And there's the coup de grâce...
[ Weiss Win. Perfect. ]
[ Ragna is content with what he's eaten so far, so he's ready to tidy up as well. Pushing himself back up to his feet, he tidies up with her, only piping up when she goes back to picking the crumbs from the couch if there's any left. He offers to take care of it for her, though conschnee-ds easily enough otherwise as he takes the cart of leftover food towards the fridge in the kitchen. Whether Weiss follows him or not, he regards back to her: ]
I think I changed my mind about changing. [ Main reason being?
Besides the sus titty shirt?] I'm not feeling so stuffy with just a dress shirt.[ Ragna can just tuck it in again! He starts arranging the leftover Chinese dishes into the fridge real quick, followed by turning around to the marbled island where the sink is. He's mindful of his gloved right hand, only rinsing his bare left hand as he intends to just wipe the right clean. ]
So what now? Wanna relax for a little bit or head back down?
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No, she did not think the washboard abs were attractive. ]
Hold on to that shirt of yours, especially if you don't have a lot of chips to spare. The free clothes that come from this place are very tacky.
[ Just like that "I'm in my slut era" shirt from before... Fortunately, she's done with that phase of wearing free clothes, because she purchased some new ones as soon as she got out of the room she woke up in. While she'd much rather be in her usual battle gear, it's not like there's any reason for her to fight just yet, so she's just been spending most of her days in casual dresses in this place. Just like now. ]
Let's head back down soon. I'm plenty relaxed as is.
[ No, she does not ask about him, but he had a bunch to eat. If he wants to sit down and relax a little longer, she won't mind, but she might go down ahead just so she can move around and do something else.
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That, and…the less questions that get (inevitably) asked about his arm and why that whole sleeve underneath was staying on, the better. Another reason why he second-guessed the Great Tit! t-shirt. ]
Tacky’s a…uh, real polite way of putting it.
[ And as such, he’s on her wavelength in that respect, he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he dries his hand clean on a gilded hand towel provided. ]
Seriously, what the hell were they thinking stealing the clothes off my back?
[ And he presumes off Weiss’ too. But when she gives the go ahead for them to get ready to hit the Casino, he lets go of his earlier frustration over outfit compromises with a more calming sigh. ]
Sure. I’m feelin’ pretty good too now.
[ Really good actually. The food and dessert were a bigger pick-me-up than he thought they’d be. This was a much needed change of pace. …even if he had to contend with a tiny Schnee along the way. ]
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[ It certainly is very cheap to her. No respectable person would wear a shirt that says "I love dildos" unless they found it funny or something. In contrast to him, she is a beggar who is also a chooser, and actually did. . . refuse to put any of those free clothes on and instead went shopping in her bathrobe.
(Yeah.)
At the very least, that whole ordeal is over now and Weiss does have clothes she's more comfortable wearing in public now. ]
Also, you're lucky you have something decent on. Some of us here, when we arrived, woke up naked in the jungle.
[ "Some of us here" obviously means it wasn't her, but he should be glad it wasn't him, either.
She'll wait for him to finish cleaning up and fixing the leftovers by the door. There's her watch that she fiddles with as she waits, making sure she's texting her
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I mean if you've gotta have shirts with slogans or logos, have at 'er but would it kill them to have one shirt that wasn't slapping a dick or boobs on it?
[ To be fair. There probably(?) is tamer apparel. But Ragna also wasn't about to just start looking desperate digging through and find out whether it exists or not. Yet it's when Weiss puts everything into perspective for how some of the wildcards arrived previously that grants him pause. The incredulous look he gives her isn't directed at her, but at the absurdity of the statement. Although part of him, somehow, still wasn't surprised either. ]
That...wouldn't have boded well for anyone involved if that were me.
[ Half a frown, as he avoids sparing a glance to his right arm. Beneath his dress shirt is a full-length black sleeve. No one needed to see the raw Azure Grimoire underneath. And ever since he got here? It stopped hurting, and any time someone bumped into him or even accidentally touched it, they didn't get woozy either. Bristly and cautious as he may still be about letting people get too close, it's also been getting...harder to. For one reason or another that he's happy to have distractions for in the form of taking a chance on this girl.
Still... ]
Well then. Guess that just means I gotta count my blessings then.
[ He sounds so enthused. Weiss has plenty of time to fiddle and keep her roommate in the know before he's all set! He already knows that he's going to be on edge a little once they're down in the hustle and bustle of the Casino. But...if he can just keep his attention on Weiss to start and focus less on the mindless drones of lustful idiots 'enjoying their stay', he can forget he's in a sex resort for a little while longer.
Be that anchor, Weiss. Just for a little bit. He'll even endure more of your cringe puns to do it.
But at least Ragna sounds better as he even has a relaxed smile on his face. ]
Alright. Let's see how lucky we can get after all.
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[ Ah... what has he done...
She isn't too fazed by his reaction to waking up naked in the jungle, though. No matter who it was, she imagines, anyone sensible would just find it all too embarrassing and awful. A really bad experience overall. But if others get affected by it too, well... Weiss doesn't have to think too hard about it— that's his business and she won't ask. She maintains what she said, that he's lucky that it didn't happen to him.
Although waking up in this place to begin with is rather unlucky... but what's done is done!
She'll wait until he opens the door before she steps out. Goodbye, fancy room. Goodbye, very comfortable chaise lounge which she one day hopes to have in her own room. Goodbye, bathtub which she didn't really see but knows it's there. This should probably be the time when she thanks him for the coffee and the snacks, and she does think it. Rather than say it out loud, though, she decides to wait until later to show her gratitude.
It's just a little embarrassing, that's all. ]
Right. Like I said, the slot machines are the easiest, but if there's another game you want to play, I'll watch. Maybe you might win big.
[ Come to think of it... he can put himself up for auction, too. That'd get him quite a lot of chips in exchange for an hour with someone. ]
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Painful as that sounds, I'd...still take it over the rest of the junk.
[ Even if it's hypothetical. And probably joking. ...if he finds out people have a kneejob fetish here if that's even a thing, he's going to go insane. Ragna follows after her, only stopping to spare a glance back into the illustrious suite one more time. Remembering everything Weiss said before about being assigned a rank soon... This is too much even for him, but he also doesn't want to get thrown down into the pits either. For selfish reasons and...he just knows it'll put him in an even more sour mood. That and the trouble he'd cause if he had to put up with seeing the staff be assholes not only to him, but to people around him.
He's already got little patience for crap to begin with.
But who knows? Maybe he'll get dealt a good hand. And he can...invite her up again sometime. ]
I know how some of these games work. Even if I never really had the time for a lot of it back home.
[ Putting him up for auction is just asking for a bad time. For both parties involved. adskflj It's not long before the two return to the private elevator leading back down. From there, they can take the public elevators once again so they can get a clear path to the casino. ]
You're not gonna try your hand at any of them?
[ Curiosity more than goading her on! He reaches for and taps the button for the public level, the pristine golden doors gliding shut before they start going down. ]
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