"Oh," Alice starts, shaking her head with immediate humility. "No, no. I'm not any good at all. I stopped playing a long time ago." She won't elaborate, which doesn't seem to be an issue since the leader of any crew likely wants someone competent in their role, at the very least.
Instead, she segues into where their conversation progresses, offering a nod that's both understanding and obviously agreeable, judging by her expression. She looks thoughtful at first and then impressed as he continues. It doesn't seem like a common belief in this place (which makes sense since it's all in her head, of course) that killing is better left undone.
Her back straightens a bit, intrigued, and she doesn't even notice that he's skipping the game rules to inquire further. His curiosity is both peculiar and charming. It encourages her to answer despite her growing uncertainty about what information might later come back to harm her.
"I kill... I've killed before," she admits, hesitating on the 'people' part of the sentence because, well. She and her mind are only one person. "For freedom. That's my reason, too."
Alice hesitates to show him her card, her own head twisting to look over at him and assess his response. He's a little... odd, she notes, in a way that makes her unsure of what he's going to say or what he's thinking. She laughs— loudly— because what he does end up saying is expectedly unexpected. A man who finds sex of any kind boring? Why do so many of them kill because of or for it if it's boring?
Her head shakes in amused disbelief as she tosses the card aside again, feeling the heat rise over her throat. It isn't often she feels like the pervert in a conversation, but the truth is that Alice's experience favors individuality. Up until a few months ago, the woman would say it was the only experience she had. So, Luffy, apologies in advance for her neurotic tendencies, but—
"My 'record' is something like six," she offers with a shrug meant to allude her nonchalance. She starts to circle the house of cards, studying the stack for her next choice as a means to distract herself from the current topic. Is it working? Does she seem like she doesn't care? Luffy is too earnest to notice her blush, she assumes, so she lets it deepen and conserves her nerves for whatever question is going to come next. "Pick a card, ... What's your name?"
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Instead, she segues into where their conversation progresses, offering a nod that's both understanding and obviously agreeable, judging by her expression. She looks thoughtful at first and then impressed as he continues. It doesn't seem like a common belief in this place (which makes sense since it's all in her head, of course) that killing is better left undone.
Her back straightens a bit, intrigued, and she doesn't even notice that he's skipping the game rules to inquire further. His curiosity is both peculiar and charming. It encourages her to answer despite her growing uncertainty about what information might later come back to harm her.
"I kill... I've killed before," she admits, hesitating on the 'people' part of the sentence because, well. She and her mind are only one person. "For freedom. That's my reason, too."
Alice hesitates to show him her card, her own head twisting to look over at him and assess his response. He's a little... odd, she notes, in a way that makes her unsure of what he's going to say or what he's thinking. She laughs— loudly— because what he does end up saying is expectedly unexpected. A man who finds sex of any kind boring? Why do so many of them kill because of or for it if it's boring?
Her head shakes in amused disbelief as she tosses the card aside again, feeling the heat rise over her throat. It isn't often she feels like the pervert in a conversation, but the truth is that Alice's experience favors individuality. Up until a few months ago, the woman would say it was the only experience she had. So, Luffy, apologies in advance for her neurotic tendencies, but—
"My 'record' is something like six," she offers with a shrug meant to allude her nonchalance. She starts to circle the house of cards, studying the stack for her next choice as a means to distract herself from the current topic. Is it working? Does she seem like she doesn't care? Luffy is too earnest to notice her blush, she assumes, so she lets it deepen and conserves her nerves for whatever question is going to come next. "Pick a card, ... What's your name?"