( there's a bright laugh: something loud, and annoying, as though it's the answer he'd expected, the answer that he'd been waiting for. normally that sort of thing would be a bruise to his ego, the adamant declaration of i don't want to play with you--like they're children on a playground together, like he's being shuddered off for looking like a total weirdo. but the fact that this thing would lose--
well, that inspires the laughter. with a grin, he tips his head in closer, as though he has to approach him further in order to read whatever is on the screen, there. and then, with a playful hum, he lifts a hand, taking choso by the wrist so that he can forcibly drag his arm even closer to read it. )
'Kidnap another player for 24 hours'. Oh!
( he gives choso's arm a little swing, playful, before he drops it out of his grip. )
Is that all? I'd let you keep me for 24 hours.
( with a slow grin, he holds both of his arms out in front of him, fingers curled into his palms to hide the splash of writing there, scarred from his entrance into this place. it looks the way a prisoner might accept a pair of handcuffs, as he stands there, grinning and bright. )
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well, that inspires the laughter. with a grin, he tips his head in closer, as though he has to approach him further in order to read whatever is on the screen, there. and then, with a playful hum, he lifts a hand, taking choso by the wrist so that he can forcibly drag his arm even closer to read it. )
'Kidnap another player for 24 hours'. Oh!
( he gives choso's arm a little swing, playful, before he drops it out of his grip. )
Is that all? I'd let you keep me for 24 hours.
( with a slow grin, he holds both of his arms out in front of him, fingers curled into his palms to hide the splash of writing there, scarred from his entrance into this place. it looks the way a prisoner might accept a pair of handcuffs, as he stands there, grinning and bright. )
Come on. Take me.