[It's Jamil's job to make sure Kalim eats, too — and isn't poisoned — so he nods.
Play the slot machine again. Go dancing, give Kalim a piggyback ride — whatever weird result he might get. He can do this.
So Jamil pulls on the slot machine, eyes glazing over until his results click into place.
Fuck. Face. In the bridal suite.
A look of horror dawns on his face. He doesn't remember seeing these options on anyone's machines earlier, although of course there would be machines like this here. At first he tries to cover the machine with his hands, covering the word fuck, but the machine is too big, too bright, too loud, and Kalim might have already seen it anyway.]
no subject
[It's Jamil's job to make sure Kalim eats, too — and isn't poisoned — so he nods.
Play the slot machine again. Go dancing, give Kalim a piggyback ride — whatever weird result he might get. He can do this.
So Jamil pulls on the slot machine, eyes glazing over until his results click into place.
Fuck. Face. In the bridal suite.
A look of horror dawns on his face. He doesn't remember seeing these options on anyone's machines earlier, although of course there would be machines like this here. At first he tries to cover the machine with his hands, covering the word fuck, but the machine is too big, too bright, too loud, and Kalim might have already seen it anyway.]
This was a terrible idea.