[ hook, line, aventurine thinks - but not quite sinker. never quite yet. ratio is not so much fish as he is a ship of his own making, and aventurine has never been interested in diverting the movements of natural disasters. but this is them on a languid day operating on stakes so low that they might as well not exist, and aventurine has already gotten two of the things he wanted.

his fingers, empty, flicker out to the crowd still-pushing their way forward. ]

It's simple. A game, really. We each take turns picking someone from the ring of looker-ons. Through their mannerisms and deduction alone, we match them to the person they're waiting for in the bloodbath as they struggle for that ill-fated promised box of chocolates. Best out of five. You know how it goes.