[ she's quick with her lighter as gojou's dice gallop across the felt, eyes trained on them rather than the flame in her hands. it's practiced enough that she could probably light a cigarette with her eyes closed, and she sets the lighter aside with a muted reservation, exhaling as she considers the results. her reaction is far more tempered than gojou's, not quite annoyed, not quite enthusiastic. ]

Worse for you than for me, I think. [ said with a glance at her freshly lit cigarette, poised between her fingers while her other arm crosses over her waist. something about this rings just a little ironic to her, the way they (the three of them, really) have horsed around so much but never quite let it get to points like this. the way the pair of them had bobbed for dildos of all things, but ultimately failed to put any of them to use. (and whose fault had that been, shouko?) ]

It's a shame I didn't bring any flavored lip gloss for you. [ humor, punctuated with a quick pull off her cigarette. just rip off the bandage.

her arm drops from her waist to reach for gojou's, twining around his middle to drag him in. somehow making it more intimate feels less gaudy to her, like this is something that isn't just a means to an end, two classmates ultimately too comfortable with each other out of necessity. even in her heels, she still falls short of anything like meeting his height, and looks up at him through her lashes expectantly, curiously. ]

Make it quick and I'll let you have a drag. Even though we both know you'll regret it.