His complete lack of concern when snatching the 5 of hearts card simultaneously causes Alice to flinch and her eyes to widen in awe. If she was at all competitive, then she might feel some relief at his display, but instead it sets her on edge just a bit, curious about whether statistics suggest that he is about to lose orāin contrastāthat personal experience suggests the universe hates Alice and the house will come crumbling down on her next attempt.
It draws an uneasy but amused laugh out of her regardless, as does his barrage of follow-up questions that she doesnāt expect but thoroughly appreciates being asked. "Sea shanties are whimsical, so I like them," she validates with a courteous nod. "But I love the piano. Chopin is legendary." Alice scrunches her nose as she realizes he likely has no idea who or what sheās talking about. "Heās an up-and-coming composer." The feeling is peculiarly familiar, she privately notes to herself.
The question he chooses takes Alice back, as well, but she straightens up with further curiosity when his answer isnāt demented. Alice prefers to say sheās cautious, skeptical, or careful before she admits sheās shy, but the reality is that she struggles with confident initiation, and those things are easier to swallow than the negative connotation that comes with being timid.
"I agree with you," she says as her arms lift to cross over her chest, as if subconsciously putting space between her and this concept of killing for gain. "I... well, itād be nice if there was no killing at all." Her mind drifts suddenly, and Aliceās heart races as she hurries to keep it present. "Whatās your better reason, though?"
When itās her turn, she takes some illicit advice from Luffy and yoinks a card from the house without thinking about the logistics first. It turns out Alice has more precise reflexes than she thought, but that isnāt surprising to anyone except her. She consistently undermines her own abilities in comparison to those around her, an additional unsavory side effect of survivorās guilt. She lets out a little incredulous laugh before she flips the card to read the question.
Whatās the most number of times youāve masturbated in one day? "Bloody hell."
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It draws an uneasy but amused laugh out of her regardless, as does his barrage of follow-up questions that she doesnāt expect but thoroughly appreciates being asked. "Sea shanties are whimsical, so I like them," she validates with a courteous nod. "But I love the piano. Chopin is legendary." Alice scrunches her nose as she realizes he likely has no idea who or what sheās talking about. "Heās an up-and-coming composer." The feeling is peculiarly familiar, she privately notes to herself.
The question he chooses takes Alice back, as well, but she straightens up with further curiosity when his answer isnāt demented. Alice prefers to say sheās cautious, skeptical, or careful before she admits sheās shy, but the reality is that she struggles with confident initiation, and those things are easier to swallow than the negative connotation that comes with being timid.
"I agree with you," she says as her arms lift to cross over her chest, as if subconsciously putting space between her and this concept of killing for gain. "I... well, itād be nice if there was no killing at all." Her mind drifts suddenly, and Aliceās heart races as she hurries to keep it present. "Whatās your better reason, though?"
When itās her turn, she takes some illicit advice from Luffy and yoinks a card from the house without thinking about the logistics first. It turns out Alice has more precise reflexes than she thought, but that isnāt surprising to anyone except her. She consistently undermines her own abilities in comparison to those around her, an additional unsavory side effect of survivorās guilt. She lets out a little incredulous laugh before she flips the card to read the question.
Whatās the most number of times youāve masturbated in one day? "Bloody hell."