[ Then there was another reality check. If everyone was a high rank, did it even matter? If someone truly finished Game 52, would the House actually grant that wish of returning home? What was faster? Sleeping with enough players of varying ranks to "finish" the game? Or breaking the very foundations of this world and making their own exit? ]

But I'm competitive and wanted to get there first.

[ He is competitive. But he's also clearly joking as Weiss moves their joined hands further down. Until they're squarely on one of those prized knees of his. Which were...honestly? Very sturdy and well-kept. Ragna spent a good chunk of time walking between Hierarchical Cities, after all. All the cardio. All the durability. All the stamina. All to fuel the best knees in all of Golden Peacock as he shoots her a knowing smirk.

Unwrapping his knees...that should be stupid, but he huffs in a light laugh anyway, their milkshakes and appetizer forgotten at least for a couple more moments. Don't mind him. He's...a little preoccupied with a more favourable snack. ]

Two perfectly good gifts just waiting for you. [ Though they're playing around with his legs, that hasn't stopped him from looking past her and down towards her lap, tone of voice lowering slightly as if he's sharing a secret meant exclusively for her. ] You got a nice pair yourself.

[ Oh he's being stupid and for once, he knows it. He's clearly talking about her knees. Right? Yes. But also 🍈🍈 & 🍑 ]