[Yusuke immediately messes up the dice, not wanting to give the staff the impression that he tossed them or anything; Akira doesn't deserve to be put in such a position right off the bat. But... he can't help but admire the flush that covers his cheeks, and it's hard not to flush in response as well, since, well... implications.
He sighs, pushing hair out of his face, and pretends to signal for some drinks from the guy that's passing by with glasses of... whatever. It's not like they are going to drink it, it's a distraction and delay, and giving him the opportunity to completely turn his back to onlookers so he can talk with Akira.]
Trust me, I wish it was for myself. I've been here for... a while. [Very long while. In ten days he'll even turn 18.
But thoughts drift from that and Yusuke shakes his head,] It's not a person specifically. None that I know of anyway. So beating up is off the table. As for the punishment, [he removes the glove from his left hand and shows Akira the suit of diamonds that is slowly becoming distorted and breaking into smaller diamonds, covering his palm,] there is some kind of curse placed upon the "guests" if we don't, well.
[He motions at a couple several tables down that are making out on top of the table now and from the looks of it, might take it even further.] This thing triggers personality traits that you'd never act upon.
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He sighs, pushing hair out of his face, and pretends to signal for some drinks from the guy that's passing by with glasses of... whatever. It's not like they are going to drink it, it's a distraction and delay, and giving him the opportunity to completely turn his back to onlookers so he can talk with Akira.]
Trust me, I wish it was for myself. I've been here for... a while. [Very long while. In ten days he'll even turn 18.
But thoughts drift from that and Yusuke shakes his head,] It's not a person specifically. None that I know of anyway. So beating up is off the table. As for the punishment, [he removes the glove from his left hand and shows Akira the suit of diamonds that is slowly becoming distorted and breaking into smaller diamonds, covering his palm,] there is some kind of curse placed upon the "guests" if we don't, well.
[He motions at a couple several tables down that are making out on top of the table now and from the looks of it, might take it even further.] This thing triggers personality traits that you'd never act upon.