Truth be told, Zoro has never seen cards set up this way, nor has he ever heard of this game. Everything he knows about it, he's learning right now. He notices the way Weiss moves away after her turn and realizes she's doing it so as not to cause any accidents. Smart. Yeah, he's gonna copy that.
Zoro is used to overly excitable people thanks to his captain, so he listens politely as she works through her answer. He's usually good at being stoic, but an amused snort escapes him after hearing her conclusion. "You're an evil mastermind," he remarks, so deadpan that one might not be sure if he's being sarcastic. "Did she notice you stiffed her?"
He waits until she responds to take his turn, more out of an abundance of caution than anything else. He's worried he'll fuck up the cards if he's talking carelessly too close to the fragile structure. It's the kind of thing he'd do.
There's a small frown on his brow the next time he approaches the house. He isn't exactly a master strategist; more of a hammer, plowing through things with brute force. Only two cards down and this whole house looks like it could collapse, so he stares at it for a few seconds to identify any cards that might not be load bearing. Or whatever the right term for it is.
He's holding his breath as he pulls out another one of the top cards. He doesn't know how, but the whole thing doesn't come crashing down. He takes a few steps back from the table, staring at the card for a second before reading it out loud. "What do you miss the most in the world right now?" He barely has to think about it before answering: "My swords." Then he's sitting again, waiting unobtrusively for Weiss to take her next turn.
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Zoro is used to overly excitable people thanks to his captain, so he listens politely as she works through her answer. He's usually good at being stoic, but an amused snort escapes him after hearing her conclusion. "You're an evil mastermind," he remarks, so deadpan that one might not be sure if he's being sarcastic. "Did she notice you stiffed her?"
He waits until she responds to take his turn, more out of an abundance of caution than anything else. He's worried he'll fuck up the cards if he's talking carelessly too close to the fragile structure. It's the kind of thing he'd do.
There's a small frown on his brow the next time he approaches the house. He isn't exactly a master strategist; more of a hammer, plowing through things with brute force. Only two cards down and this whole house looks like it could collapse, so he stares at it for a few seconds to identify any cards that might not be load bearing. Or whatever the right term for it is.
He's holding his breath as he pulls out another one of the top cards. He doesn't know how, but the whole thing doesn't come crashing down. He takes a few steps back from the table, staring at the card for a second before reading it out loud. "What do you miss the most in the world right now?" He barely has to think about it before answering: "My swords." Then he's sitting again, waiting unobtrusively for Weiss to take her next turn.