( OOC; Well since then, I hope you've been feeling a lot better. ;; Finally getting back around to my oldest tags since you gave me such nice prose. Thank you again. )
[ Perhaps in Texas' case, it was better that way. If she never got entirely used to the nature of this salacious casino, then she wasn't at risk of losing sight of her core self. In reality, despite how well he's miraculously adjusted in turn, Ragna continued fighting to tell himself that he mustn't forget about where he needed to be. That he needed to try and rend the shackles that keep him anchored to this world when his own was on the brink of crumbling at the seams. There were so many answers still waiting to be unravelled... A burning question that sits at the corner of his thoughts was whether or not he was actually going to make it to the end of those answers. Because one way or another...he knew. He knew he was a walking time bomb. Running on borrowed time before his own light was snuffed out. Such was the nature of carrying the Azure Grimoire and needing its power to change anything.
But that's where this world came in. Swooped in and scooped him out of one hell and stuck him in another (albeit titillating) one. And he would be a bold-faced liar if he told anyone that he didn't appreciate the break that came with being here. That he didn't appreciate the chances he was given that would have otherwise been eternally out of his reach back home. That he didn't appreciate even the pocketed moments like this one- sitting by Cellinia's side. Because she was right. She's got a better read on the man by now that he wasn't enjoying himself.
Until she showed up that is. ]
Ugh, tell me about it. If it's not getting treated like garbage as a low rank, it's getting drooled over for being a HIGH rank. [ Flippant, he lazily gestures with his hand at his side as he briefly vents. ] Even as a Ten, you've got randos sliding up to you for one random thing or another.
[ Which is exactly why, for now, he wasn't keen on becoming a true royal rank. ...not unless it became necessary to help those that he knew that were missing certain cards for their decks. Still, seeing her little smile cross her face helps set him even further at ease. They wouldn't have to worry about being bothered here. And if anyone REALLY had a problem with her rank should the staff slip on by? She's got insurance in the Grim Reaper. ]
How've you been holding up?
[ Seeing her accept some coffee from him, he blinks when she makes mention of "testing" the platter she's shared. Canting his head, he hums thoughtfully. ]
"Tested" it? [ A beat. ] Ohh. Right. Right.
This is, uh...ALSO, tested. [ At least, he hasn't suddenly come down with a case of throbbing waves of arousal. Not every rendezvous with a friend in this place needs to have the "No Reason Boner" interjecting, thank you very much?? Reaching for a cup and the pot, he pours her a steaming drink, the aromatics of the medium blend filling the air as he sighs through his nose more content. ] Want some sugar and cream?
[ He's more than willing to pour and serve for her! ]
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[ Perhaps in Texas' case, it was better that way. If she never got entirely used to the nature of this salacious casino, then she wasn't at risk of losing sight of her core self. In reality, despite how well he's miraculously adjusted in turn, Ragna continued fighting to tell himself that he mustn't forget about where he needed to be. That he needed to try and rend the shackles that keep him anchored to this world when his own was on the brink of crumbling at the seams. There were so many answers still waiting to be unravelled... A burning question that sits at the corner of his thoughts was whether or not he was actually going to make it to the end of those answers. Because one way or another...he knew. He knew he was a walking time bomb. Running on borrowed time before his own light was snuffed out. Such was the nature of carrying the Azure Grimoire and needing its power to change anything.
But that's where this world came in. Swooped in and scooped him out of one hell and stuck him in another (albeit titillating) one. And he would be a bold-faced liar if he told anyone that he didn't appreciate the break that came with being here. That he didn't appreciate the chances he was given that would have otherwise been eternally out of his reach back home. That he didn't appreciate even the pocketed moments like this one- sitting by Cellinia's side. Because she was right. She's got a better read on the man by now that he wasn't enjoying himself.
Until she showed up that is. ]
Ugh, tell me about it. If it's not getting treated like garbage as a low rank, it's getting drooled over for being a HIGH rank. [ Flippant, he lazily gestures with his hand at his side as he briefly vents. ] Even as a Ten, you've got randos sliding up to you for one random thing or another.
[ Which is exactly why, for now, he wasn't keen on becoming a true royal rank. ...not unless it became necessary to help those that he knew that were missing certain cards for their decks. Still, seeing her little smile cross her face helps set him even further at ease. They wouldn't have to worry about being bothered here. And if anyone REALLY had a problem with her rank should the staff slip on by? She's got insurance in the Grim Reaper. ]
How've you been holding up?
[ Seeing her accept some coffee from him, he blinks when she makes mention of "testing" the platter she's shared. Canting his head, he hums thoughtfully. ]
"Tested" it? [ A beat. ]
This is, uh...ALSO, tested. [ At least, he hasn't suddenly come down with a case of throbbing waves of arousal. Not every rendezvous with a friend in this place needs to have the "No Reason Boner" interjecting, thank you very much?? Reaching for a cup and the pot, he pours her a steaming drink, the aromatics of the medium blend filling the air as he sighs through his nose more content. ] Want some sugar and cream?
[ He's more than willing to pour and serve for her! ]