[ He'd deliberately chosen a corner table as far away as possible from the action, hunched over and angled away from the game table, busying himself with his Watch to (hopefully) ward people off. But too bad that has his limits. When a beaming staff member guides someone into the seat across from him, Fuuta looks up with a small click of the tongue, before grudgingly settling into his seat.
It's not like he wants to play these stupid games, but after so many hours stuck in this madhouse of a party, the last thing he wants to do is kick up enough of a fuss that the staff members come flocking over to chirp at him until he participates. ]
Sure. [ So he leans forward to pick the table off the dice. Though, as he rattles them in his hand, he can't resist throwing out a shitty comment: ] You know whoever goes first has an advantage, right? Technically.
[ Even if he doesn't want to play this game, that doesn't mean he wants to lose, either. So thanks for letting him take the advantage, guy. With that said, he sends the dice skittering across the table until they roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR'. ]
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It's not like he wants to play these stupid games, but after so many hours stuck in this madhouse of a party, the last thing he wants to do is kick up enough of a fuss that the staff members come flocking over to chirp at him until he participates. ]
Sure. [ So he leans forward to pick the table off the dice. Though, as he rattles them in his hand, he can't resist throwing out a shitty comment: ] You know whoever goes first has an advantage, right? Technically.
[ Even if he doesn't want to play this game, that doesn't mean he wants to lose, either. So thanks for letting him take the advantage, guy. With that said, he sends the dice skittering across the table until they roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR'. ]