[The man across from Shylock has been eying him with careful appraisal since the moment they were sat across from one another; an unpleasant vibe, difficult to pinpoint as to source or nature, pervades his aura.]
[But then- Matoba would say the same of Shylock. Then, there is only one thing to be done.]
What's the point of a game not played seriously? [He says in flippant reply, reaching forward to take the dice in hand. He rolls them in his palm- easier, these 12-sided dice, compared to the standard 6- and then lets them cast across the table towards the man across from him.]
1: TICKLE | 3: CHEST
[Matoba's one-eyed gaze casts back upward, and then flicks towards Shylock's chest. How much clothing has he got to dig into, here...?]
plunks down over here, PVP dirty dice let's go
[But then- Matoba would say the same of Shylock. Then, there is only one thing to be done.]
What's the point of a game not played seriously? [He says in flippant reply, reaching forward to take the dice in hand. He rolls them in his palm- easier, these 12-sided dice, compared to the standard 6- and then lets them cast across the table towards the man across from him.]
1: TICKLE | 3: CHEST
[Matoba's one-eyed gaze casts back upward, and then flicks towards Shylock's chest. How much clothing has he got to dig into, here...?]