[Troy's initial claim is met with a broadening smile. The fanned playing cards slide back into a uniform deck. He cuts the deck into two stacks before he goes about another shift of shuffling. The collision of cards filling his ears as he ponders the ace of spades before his eyes.
The compliment helps to stoke the spark behind Baptiste's eyes. Too bad it came with a brand new realization:] A veteran... I guess, in a way, you're not wrong. [He's outlasted his fair share now, hasn't he? Yet he's still.... here. The irritation with that sentiment settles in his hands. Fingers grip his cards tighter. Baptiste works the tension out by cutting the deck into smaller piles - shifting the cards in his hands.
Focus, Baptiste. Back to flirting, right? He's already shown off his own Ace of Clubs so...
The blonde man plucks the first card off of the shuffled deck before turning it around to show the man taller man. He flashes a matching Ace of Spades towards Troy.]
Seems I've had my eye on you too, hm? [Baptiste drops the cards of his own personal deck - happy to leave them a mess for the staff to pick-up. As his red backed cards collide with the ground and spread into a mess on the floor, he steps closer. He doesn't make any grabs at the larger man's waist or hips - though a keen eye might pick up that he does have to stop himself from the more 'aggressive' behavior. Instead he adjusts, sliding his fingers down the other's sides as he looks upward.] Maybe I want to see just how well you're handling it all, eh?
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The compliment helps to stoke the spark behind Baptiste's eyes. Too bad it came with a brand new realization:] A veteran... I guess, in a way, you're not wrong. [He's outlasted his fair share now, hasn't he? Yet he's still.... here. The irritation with that sentiment settles in his hands. Fingers grip his cards tighter. Baptiste works the tension out by cutting the deck into smaller piles - shifting the cards in his hands.
Focus, Baptiste. Back to flirting, right? He's already shown off his own Ace of Clubs so...
The blonde man plucks the first card off of the shuffled deck before turning it around to show the man taller man. He flashes a matching Ace of Spades towards Troy.]
Seems I've had my eye on you too, hm? [Baptiste drops the cards of his own personal deck - happy to leave them a mess for the staff to pick-up. As his red backed cards collide with the ground and spread into a mess on the floor, he steps closer. He doesn't make any grabs at the larger man's waist or hips - though a keen eye might pick up that he does have to stop himself from the more 'aggressive' behavior. Instead he adjusts, sliding his fingers down the other's sides as he looks upward.] Maybe I want to see just how well you're handling it all, eh?