[ aventurine laughs. ratio folds himself back into his seat the way a gavel would, a thunderclap of wood and block with the weight of untenable tradition.

aventurine takes back his wrist. the red and white chip disappears once more into the folds of his fingers. he takes the opportunity to prop his chin on his upraised hand, his slant sideways glance petering out over the still-surging crowd. ]

Really? And here I thought you tailor-made that loss to be enjoyable. [ saccharine, and entirely insincere: ] Since you went out of your way to do so, I simply wanted to make it enjoyable for you, too.