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Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ Archer does not enjoy large groups of people. Because of that, he enjoys the prospect of forced socialization via hedonistic parties even less. He didn't allow himself to suffer the indignity of being dragged, but he is still...less than pleased. The only silver lining is he actually found a tolerable suit prior to coming.
Well, whatever. He can wallflower the entire time. Right?
Except when the staff force a plate into his hands with copious amounts of food. Or when other guests trying to get him to try twig. Archer politely declines drink and drugs...but does eat some of the food.
He also tries to leave once or twice. Perhaps, you'll see him attempting to make a quiet escape. ]
II: Party Forever: Game Room
[ Eventually, there is no avoiding it. Archer finds himself in the game room, and it is...frankly, just about what he expected. This whole place is decadent to the point of being nauseating, but since trying to sneak away didn't work, what else is one supposed to do?
Rather than drive himself insane with inactivity, the only thing to do is play the game. Which is why he eventually finds himself in a Dirty Dice match-up. He looks across his partner, assessing silently. ]
You can roll first, if you like.
[ Or perhaps later, during a game of House of Cards: ]
What is it that you treasure most?
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[ ooc: Open to other prompts on request! Also open to some NSFW in Dirty Dice - m/m or m/f, 17 and up please! ]
(another time and place, karna would have been locked out of the hall. he doubts they'd allow him in there on a good day. low ranks don't receive the best of treatment, and he's second lowest along this totem pole. equally dressed up is the lancer whenever he realizes he senses something. karna had been originally keeping his head down, the guests sneered and jeered at him often enough. anyone would that wasn't among the actual players.
they don't offer their drugs to him, any drinks karna gets are barely anything good from the champagne bottles flowing around. the food he's offered isn't much, either. just the scraps that the tables pawned off on him like they were feeding an unwanted child. anyway, what he notices is different. for a good while, karna was the sole servant here. born anew in a sense with the living body that he has, having to tend to his needs while pushing about his limits again in training when he can. that was all that karna could do.
when his eyes land on archer, that's when he looks surprised. the bowman is here? attempting to escape, last he checked won't do anything, but that didn't stop karna from leaving that dingy table he was given. if only to check something for himself when he comes closer behind the bowman and:)
Archer?
(karna is of a similar struggle, anyway. he was not one for these parties or hedonistic pleasures. besides, it was clearer that the guests were none too thrilled that a low rank was there and ruining the precious "vibes" of the party.)
[ Archer isn't sure escape attempts will work; however, he would rather try, at least once, to gauge how much leeway this absurd place actually allows. Especially since the general atmosphere of this party is repulsive to him.
What he doesn't expect is to be addressed by an unfamiliar voice - and by his class, no less.
Archer turns, and there's no recognition in his eyes. He does, however, assess the other man quietly. ]
Yes. [ There's no point in denying that. ] Though I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage.
(seems that karna did realize immediately, unrecognized and everything by the bowman. a different version of archer. from that point being presented to him by the resort, this leaves the possibility he might run into others he knew before. others from chaldea who won't recognize him as well. it's a saddening thought, truly, but he can keep his knowledge of the future to himself unless asked. try to, anyway.
this left him in a small conundrum, by no means is he the bowman's enemy. what he's attempting to do is assess what's happening while also not causing any further alarm, karna had gotten slightly unluckier with his body being given back to him. that does not mean he wants to waste it by fighting and having to deal with repercussions by his account being fined for their battle. karna didn't have a weapon, but his fists were more than enough in the event something gets taken wrong.)
No, you needn't worry on that. I'm not here for anything personally, as you can see, the guests consider me a nuisance for being in their space due to rank. Normally I would be called Lancer, but since it isn't as necessary....please call me Karna.
(this might be better, karna isn't articulate or the best at it in a typical situation. if anything, words and conversation are his enemy in how he struggles. he can have a remark for most things, half the time it could be deadpan sass and the other times strange commentary on whatever else.
but, if he can at least help slightly someone he knew before that no longer knows him....then that's something he can set aside his struggles for.)
[ Archer is silent for a moment as he weighs his response. There is a lot to unpack there, but there is one thing he focuses on that he finds more troublesome than the rest of it put together. As noble a hero as Karna is known to be (and Archer has no reason to disbelieve this man is who he claims), he questions the circumstances that would have allowed Karna to know him -- and not only know him, but feel comfortable disclosing his True Name to another Servant. There is no Holy Grail here, it's true, but secrecy is so deeply ingrained in him on that particular point that Archer can't help but seriously wonder at the other's circumstances prior to coming here. ]
...I appreciate your candor, Karna. [ he says finally. ] And I certainly have no quarrel with you or any other Servant in this...setting.
[ Yeah, let's go with the most...sanitary term for this place. ]
Given the circumstances I left, I prefer to be addressed by my designated class. However...if you don't mind discussing it, I'm curious how you came to know me.
I understand, even the version of you that I know strongly preferred to be called by class. A lot of it is....a long story. There was no grail war, but something different.
(as for the circumstances of said issue, it is not as though karna would presume that the bowman would take his word as true. he is still a stranger to archer as he is currently before him. which makes this difficult pertaining to what he can and cannot likely say. regardless, he did get along with the other man in chaldea so that should be enough. it's not as though karna personally minds (far from it) but he muses more to himself that he should do his utmost best.
being good at this or not, that didn't matter. it is a relief that he isn't going to be in the midst of battle during a party. that and his discernment is useful for knowing when such things were true. so far, so good. nothing to worry about on terms of lies going about their conversation. karna himself just has a personality that leans more into preferring truth than that (though he understands lying for good reasons) whenever he can help that.)
I thought for a time that you were the one that I knew, perhaps not in experience. But I can still tell that you aren't completely different to the one I know from Chaldea.
(though maybe, just maybe, karna might eventually do as he's always done with his joy of fighting and ask later if archer would like to spar in the talon together to stay sharp. he can always rely on him for improvements in his form.)
[ He'd deliberately chosen a corner table as far away as possible from the action, hunched over and angled away from the game table, busying himself with his Watch to (hopefully) ward people off. But too bad that has his limits. When a beaming staff member guides someone into the seat across from him, Fuuta looks up with a small click of the tongue, before grudgingly settling into his seat.
It's not like he wants to play these stupid games, but after so many hours stuck in this madhouse of a party, the last thing he wants to do is kick up enough of a fuss that the staff members come flocking over to chirp at him until he participates. ]
Sure. [ So he leans forward to pick the table off the dice. Though, as he rattles them in his hand, he can't resist throwing out a shitty comment: ] You know whoever goes first has an advantage, right? Technically.
[ Even if he doesn't want to play this game, that doesn't mean he wants to lose, either. So thanks for letting him take the advantage, guy. With that said, he sends the dice skittering across the table until they roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR'. ]
[ Archer's meets that 'shitty comment' with an cool, unwavering stare. He doesn't care about these games, and if he had things his way, he'd go back to his fate rather than participate in this farce.
As such, there is no reaction. The dice fall, and Archer considers them with indifference. ]
[ Oh, he already doesn't like this guy. Fuuta promptly scowls, giving a loud click of the tongue, then rises to his feet sharply enough that it shoves his chair back. ]
You're so excited to play this stupid game that you're gonna rush me? Seriously?
[ So, yes. He'll fucking do it. He'll do all the stupid prompts this game demands of him. It's a little driven by spite when he leans across the table and grabs at the shell of Archer's ear and gives it a slightly harder tweak than is probably necessary.
His Watch pings to indicate a challenge completed, so Fuuta plops back in his chair afterward before shoving the dice across the table for Archer to take. ]
[ He's not excited to play the game, actually. He just wants to get it over with in an expedient manner. More's the pity he was paired with a juvenile delinquent as a partner.
He doesn't say anything in response to the accusation, however. He also meets his ear being pinched in unflinching silence, a flinty, almost frigid look in his gray eyes as Fuuta executes his 'revenge'.
Well, two can play at this game.
Archer picks up the dice and rolls without hesitation...only for them to land on 'SLAP' and 'ASS'.
He looks up at Fuuta expectantly with a raised eyebrow. Are you going to take it like a champ...or not? ]
[ He can't hold back an indignant little sputter when he sees the result of the dice roll because -- really? Really??? In what way is an ear-pinch on the same level as an ass-slap?! This is totally unfair??? (Life's unfair, he can deal with it.)
Even if Fuuta actually holds his tongue for once, there's frustration painted clear across his features, and his cheeks are a little pinked when he shoots Archer a furious glower across the table. To his meager credit, though -- he does huff a hard exhale before rising to his feet. Then awkwardly leans forward and braces his hands against the table's edge ... leaving himself in perfect position for a spank.
This guy better not hit that hard or he's going to be so mad. ]
[ Honestly, giving Fuuta a hard slap was certainly at the forefront of his mind after the way the brat had twisted his ear. He might have taken it well outwardly, but Archer has a fairly wide petty streak.
Still. The sputtering and blushing make him feel...not sympathetic, per se, but slightly less inclined to be awful. There's three more rolls, after all, and who knows what humiliation fate might dictate next.
Therefore, when Fuuta draws near, Archer raises his hand without any fanfare...and delivers a carefully measured slap. Enough force to be felt, but not enough to actually be painful.
Fuuta does still end up giving a stifled yip when the hand makes impact with his ass, though it's more because he'd worked himself up into such a tense little tizzy; the embarrassment of being heard making such a noise ends up being worse than any pain, and Fuuta resists the urge to rub at the spot as he slouches back to his seat and plonks himself down, brow furrowed and jaw clenched. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know.
[ Please let the next roll be something stupid and easy, he thinks as he rolls the dice. Like 'tickle nose' or whatever.
-- it's 'BITE' 'ELBOW.'
Ugh. Sure. Whatever. There's worse options. Fuuta just ends up staring at the dice for a moment before looking up to Archer, looking mostly exasperated. ]
... I dunno if you gotta roll your sleeve up or not. Your choice, I guess.
[ …goodness, Fuuta, are you still embarrassed by these games? Archer has no idea how long the other has been here, but he supposes not everyone is adept at not wearing their emotions on their sleeve.
Either way, he isn’t going to poke or make fun. He finds the circumstances less than ideal himself so getting through this as quickly as possible is the goal.
He looks at the dice, and after a brief glance at the hotel staff watching them, he lets out a faintly disgruntled hum. ]
I’m sure someone somewhere would think it wouldn’t count otherwise.
[ Stupid resort. Archer strips off the jacket he has on, undoes his cuff, and rolls up his sleeve. ]
[ The depressing truth here is that this is Fuuta having chilled out a bit (relatively speaking) after a full year of acclimating to living in this gaudy sex resort ... Once a skittish, bristly little bastard, always a skittish, bristly little bastard.
So while he's not happy about this dumb game, at least he can carry out this prompt without too much huffing and blustering and needing to hype himself up for it. In fact, he just gives a dour scowl at Archer's oh-so-helpful piece of advice, brow furrowed and nose scrunched. ]
I wasn't gonna in the first place. What kind of idiot thug do you take me for?
[ The exact kind of idiot thug that he acts like, to be honest ...
But for all his growling and yapping, Fuuta really isn't the violent type. Even if he steps forward and grabs at Archer's arm, jerking it up so he can shift to bring his mouth to the other's elbow, his bite is gentle. The jagged, crooked line of his teeth means there's a slight prickle, but it's definitely not meant to hurt properly or cause harm; Fuuta applies a little pressure, just enough to dent skin, because he presumes going too light wouldn't count, but otherwise withdraws swiftly afterward and lets go. ]
Do you make a habit of expressing your insecurities to people you've only just met?
[ Archer didn't say anything about Fuuta being an idiot thug (though he may very well make that assessment by the end of this game). He set a boundary because he doesn't want his blood drawn. It's as simple as that.
Archer accepts the bite with an unchanged expression, and once Fuuta is done, he promptly rolls his sleeve back down and closes his cuffs. ]
It's my turn.
[ He picks up the dice, rolls them, and.... 'TICKLE' 'NECK' is what turns up. ]
[ That, of course, earns another little indignant bristle. ]
Haa?! Who said anything about insecurities?! [ It was definitely an insecurity. ] Anyone would've gotten annoyed by that! What kind of person would wanna get accused of wanting to hurt people, huh?! I'm just saying I'm not that sorta scumbag!
[ Never mind! However much his opinion on this guy might have eased up from that not-quite-slap to the ass, it's going right back down; Fuuta reinforces his assessment of Archer as an annoying asshole, and that ornery thought is written all over his face as he glowers at the dice result.
Tickle neck. Fine. Easy enough.
Luckily for the eardrums of anyone in the near vicinity, he doesn't bother yapping anything in immediate response. Instead, he sighs before reaching up to undo the collar of his dress shirt and tugs it open a bit, better baring his neck for a touch. ... and as he waits for Archer to move, it suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea how tickling he is there. It's been a long, long time since anyone's deliberately tickled him. ]
[ Somehow, the single white eyebrow moves even higher. ]
You're protesting quite a lot considering I'm a stranger who only meant to set a boundary. As I would with anyone I didn't know.
[ Try not to take things so personally, Fuuta. It is, after all, only a game.
Archer waits for Fuuta to finish undoing his collar, and once he's done, Archer rises from his chair and moves closer. Honestly, he can't remember the last time he did something as juvenile as try to tickle someone, but he can still make the attempt.
Archer's fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin of Fuuta's neck, just below and behind his ear... and yep, have some tickling. Whether or not Fuuta is actually ticklish there is indeed a question, but for Archer, the main goal is the nice ding that comes from his Watch. Action completed. ]
[ Joke's on you Archer ... he takes everything personally ............
But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
[ Gen is looking completely at ease here, dressed in a suit that looks like it should barely count by the exacting standards of the employees guarding the doorway (though still leaps and bounds better than some of the ugly things they've forced the unsuited into). He's lounging on the chair in front of him, looking like nothing in the world could bother him less than playing a weird game of sexual dice with a stranger.
Even his hand gesture towards Archer is flippant and dismissive. ]
[ Archer isn't 'at ease' per se, but he does seem...indifferent. Neither invested nor interested in the actual outcome of these games. He's here because he was badgered into it, and any deeper thought beyond that has simply been brushed aside.
Therefore, he merely quirks a brow, picks up the dice...and rolls.
When they land on 'KISS' 'NOSE', Archer honestly can't help but wonder who decided such a game was actually fun. ]
[ The game is pretty absurd, and for all the game is advertised as being scandalous, a good portion of the rolls are bound to come out completely tame, even if sometimes they'll veer into just plain weird territory.
This one isn't one of the weirder options, but it's innocuous enough to get a scoffing laugh out of Gen. ]
Like I said, go for it.
[ He'll even be nice enough to sit up a bit so that Archer doesn't have to invade his space too much to give him that little nose kiss. ]
[ after about the fourth hour, angelika had decided that enough was enough. having had her fill of sweets and wine, she found very little else about the party to want to occupy her time with, but unfortunately she had had very little luck in actually making it past an exit. despite her otherwise imposing nature, the staff on the hotel didn't hesitate to use force if they had to in order to keep their guests partying as they're supposed to, and sadly someone of angelika's stature is just no match for hired help that might as well have been bouncers.
so, desperate times call for desperate measures. spotting archer make a decisive turn towards one of the guarded exits, angelika quickly cuts through the crowd to slide right up to his side, slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow. ]
[ Archer doesn't have a plan so much as an intention to push his luck and see how far it gets him. He isn't expecting to be intercepted by a fellow guest, either, which is why he briefly stiffens when someone grabs his arm.
[ He's got surprisingly nimble fingers! Steady hands. It's suitable that he felt confident enough to partner up with a similarly tall, white-haired man. Ragna wasn't hurting (yet) for funds with his longer tenure at the resort, but a little extra while he was stuck here with the rest of the lot couldn't hurt.
...Well. Maybe not as painful as the question Archer poses to him upon successfully drawing a card out of the house. Before they can continue, their rules mandate an answer. An honest one. One that nets the Servant a gruff sigh and a brief grit of his teeth. ]
Theeere's a big hitter. [ Hell, he almost wishes they were salaciously embarrassing instead. Muttering under his breath something about how this was going to suck...and that he wasn't about to lose over something so stupid: ]
It's...family. It's my family. My little brother and sister.
[ They're not here. ...Then again, no one from his world was here. So it was words cast to the wind, right? Besides, Jin was the last person he wanted hearing him say he "treasured" him. But! His Watch doesn't signal he's wrong. ]
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Archer | Fate/Stay Night | New Player
[ Archer does not enjoy large groups of people. Because of that, he enjoys the prospect of forced socialization via hedonistic parties even less. He didn't allow himself to suffer the indignity of being dragged, but he is still...less than pleased. The only silver lining is he actually found a tolerable suit prior to coming.
Well, whatever. He can wallflower the entire time. Right?
Except when the staff force a plate into his hands with copious amounts of food. Or when other guests trying to get him to try twig. Archer politely declines drink and drugs...but does eat some of the food.
He also tries to leave once or twice. Perhaps, you'll see him attempting to make a quiet escape. ]
II: Party Forever: Game Room
[ Eventually, there is no avoiding it. Archer finds himself in the game room, and it is...frankly, just about what he expected. This whole place is decadent to the point of being nauseating, but since trying to sneak away didn't work, what else is one supposed to do?
Rather than drive himself insane with inactivity, the only thing to do is play the game. Which is why he eventually finds himself in a Dirty Dice match-up. He looks across his partner, assessing silently. ]
You can roll first, if you like.
[ Or perhaps later, during a game of House of Cards: ]
What is it that you treasure most?
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[ ooc: Open to other prompts on request! Also open to some NSFW in Dirty Dice - m/m or m/f, 17 and up please! ]
casino hall
they don't offer their drugs to him, any drinks karna gets are barely anything good from the champagne bottles flowing around. the food he's offered isn't much, either. just the scraps that the tables pawned off on him like they were feeding an unwanted child. anyway, what he notices is different. for a good while, karna was the sole servant here. born anew in a sense with the living body that he has, having to tend to his needs while pushing about his limits again in training when he can. that was all that karna could do.
when his eyes land on archer, that's when he looks surprised. the bowman is here? attempting to escape, last he checked won't do anything, but that didn't stop karna from leaving that dingy table he was given. if only to check something for himself when he comes closer behind the bowman and:)
Archer?
(karna is of a similar struggle, anyway. he was not one for these parties or hedonistic pleasures. besides, it was clearer that the guests were none too thrilled that a low rank was there and ruining the precious "vibes" of the party.)
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What he doesn't expect is to be addressed by an unfamiliar voice - and by his class, no less.
Archer turns, and there's no recognition in his eyes. He does, however, assess the other man quietly. ]
Yes. [ There's no point in denying that. ] Though I'm afraid you have me at something of a disadvantage.
[ Sorry, Karna - he has no idea who you are. ]
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this left him in a small conundrum, by no means is he the bowman's enemy. what he's attempting to do is assess what's happening while also not causing any further alarm, karna had gotten slightly unluckier with his body being given back to him. that does not mean he wants to waste it by fighting and having to deal with repercussions by his account being fined for their battle. karna didn't have a weapon, but his fists were more than enough in the event something gets taken wrong.)
No, you needn't worry on that. I'm not here for anything personally, as you can see, the guests consider me a nuisance for being in their space due to rank. Normally I would be called Lancer, but since it isn't as necessary....please call me Karna.
(this might be better, karna isn't articulate or the best at it in a typical situation. if anything, words and conversation are his enemy in how he struggles. he can have a remark for most things, half the time it could be deadpan sass and the other times strange commentary on whatever else.
but, if he can at least help slightly someone he knew before that no longer knows him....then that's something he can set aside his struggles for.)
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...I appreciate your candor, Karna. [ he says finally. ] And I certainly have no quarrel with you or any other Servant in this...setting.
[ Yeah, let's go with the most...sanitary term for this place. ]
Given the circumstances I left, I prefer to be addressed by my designated class. However...if you don't mind discussing it, I'm curious how you came to know me.
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(as for the circumstances of said issue, it is not as though karna would presume that the bowman would take his word as true. he is still a stranger to archer as he is currently before him. which makes this difficult pertaining to what he can and cannot likely say. regardless, he did get along with the other man in chaldea so that should be enough. it's not as though karna personally minds (far from it) but he muses more to himself that he should do his utmost best.
being good at this or not, that didn't matter. it is a relief that he isn't going to be in the midst of battle during a party. that and his discernment is useful for knowing when such things were true. so far, so good. nothing to worry about on terms of lies going about their conversation. karna himself just has a personality that leans more into preferring truth than that (though he understands lying for good reasons) whenever he can help that.)
I thought for a time that you were the one that I knew, perhaps not in experience. But I can still tell that you aren't completely different to the one I know from Chaldea.
(though maybe, just maybe, karna might eventually do as he's always done with his joy of fighting and ask later if archer would like to spar in the talon together to stay sharp. he can always rely on him for improvements in his form.)
dice
It's not like he wants to play these stupid games, but after so many hours stuck in this madhouse of a party, the last thing he wants to do is kick up enough of a fuss that the staff members come flocking over to chirp at him until he participates. ]
Sure. [ So he leans forward to pick the table off the dice. Though, as he rattles them in his hand, he can't resist throwing out a shitty comment: ] You know whoever goes first has an advantage, right? Technically.
[ Even if he doesn't want to play this game, that doesn't mean he wants to lose, either. So thanks for letting him take the advantage, guy. With that said, he sends the dice skittering across the table until they roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR'. ]
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As such, there is no reaction. The dice fall, and Archer considers them with indifference. ]
Congratulations. Are you going to do it or not?
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You're so excited to play this stupid game that you're gonna rush me? Seriously?
[ So, yes. He'll fucking do it. He'll do all the stupid prompts this game demands of him. It's a little driven by spite when he leans across the table and grabs at the shell of Archer's ear and gives it a slightly harder tweak than is probably necessary.
His Watch pings to indicate a challenge completed, so Fuuta plops back in his chair afterward before shoving the dice across the table for Archer to take. ]
Your turn.
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He doesn't say anything in response to the accusation, however. He also meets his ear being pinched in unflinching silence, a flinty, almost frigid look in his gray eyes as Fuuta executes his 'revenge'.
Well, two can play at this game.
Archer picks up the dice and rolls without hesitation...only for them to land on 'SLAP' and 'ASS'.
He looks up at Fuuta expectantly with a raised eyebrow. Are you going to take it like a champ...or not? ]
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Even if Fuuta actually holds his tongue for once, there's frustration painted clear across his features, and his cheeks are a little pinked when he shoots Archer a furious glower across the table. To his meager credit, though -- he does huff a hard exhale before rising to his feet. Then awkwardly leans forward and braces his hands against the table's edge ... leaving himself in perfect position for a spank.
This guy better not hit that hard or he's going to be so mad. ]
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Still. The sputtering and blushing make him feel...not sympathetic, per se, but slightly less inclined to be awful. There's three more rolls, after all, and who knows what humiliation fate might dictate next.
Therefore, when Fuuta draws near, Archer raises his hand without any fanfare...and delivers a carefully measured slap. Enough force to be felt, but not enough to actually be painful.
His Watch pings, and the act is done. ]
It's your turn now.
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Fuuta does still end up giving a stifled yip when the hand makes impact with his ass, though it's more because he'd worked himself up into such a tense little tizzy; the embarrassment of being heard making such a noise ends up being worse than any pain, and Fuuta resists the urge to rub at the spot as he slouches back to his seat and plonks himself down, brow furrowed and jaw clenched. ]
Yeah, yeah, I know.
[ Please let the next roll be something stupid and easy, he thinks as he rolls the dice. Like 'tickle nose' or whatever.
-- it's 'BITE' 'ELBOW.'
Ugh. Sure. Whatever. There's worse options. Fuuta just ends up staring at the dice for a moment before looking up to Archer, looking mostly exasperated. ]
... I dunno if you gotta roll your sleeve up or not. Your choice, I guess.
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Either way, he isn’t going to poke or make fun. He finds the circumstances less than ideal himself so getting through this as quickly as possible is the goal.
He looks at the dice, and after a brief glance at the hotel staff watching them, he lets out a faintly disgruntled hum. ]
I’m sure someone somewhere would think it wouldn’t count otherwise.
[ Stupid resort. Archer strips off the jacket he has on, undoes his cuff, and rolls up his sleeve. ]
I advise against breaking skin.
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So while he's not happy about this dumb game, at least he can carry out this prompt without too much huffing and blustering and needing to hype himself up for it. In fact, he just gives a dour scowl at Archer's oh-so-helpful piece of advice, brow furrowed and nose scrunched. ]
I wasn't gonna in the first place. What kind of idiot thug do you take me for?
[ The exact kind of idiot thug that he acts like, to be honest ...
But for all his growling and yapping, Fuuta really isn't the violent type. Even if he steps forward and grabs at Archer's arm, jerking it up so he can shift to bring his mouth to the other's elbow, his bite is gentle. The jagged, crooked line of his teeth means there's a slight prickle, but it's definitely not meant to hurt properly or cause harm; Fuuta applies a little pressure, just enough to dent skin, because he presumes going too light wouldn't count, but otherwise withdraws swiftly afterward and lets go. ]
See.
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Do you make a habit of expressing your insecurities to people you've only just met?
[ Archer didn't say anything about Fuuta being an idiot thug (though he may very well make that assessment by the end of this game). He set a boundary because he doesn't want his blood drawn. It's as simple as that.
Archer accepts the bite with an unchanged expression, and once Fuuta is done, he promptly rolls his sleeve back down and closes his cuffs. ]
It's my turn.
[ He picks up the dice, rolls them, and.... 'TICKLE' 'NECK' is what turns up. ]
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Haa?! Who said anything about insecurities?! [ It was definitely an insecurity. ] Anyone would've gotten annoyed by that! What kind of person would wanna get accused of wanting to hurt people, huh?! I'm just saying I'm not that sorta scumbag!
[ Never mind! However much his opinion on this guy might have eased up from that not-quite-slap to the ass, it's going right back down; Fuuta reinforces his assessment of Archer as an annoying asshole, and that ornery thought is written all over his face as he glowers at the dice result.
Tickle neck. Fine. Easy enough.
Luckily for the eardrums of anyone in the near vicinity, he doesn't bother yapping anything in immediate response. Instead, he sighs before reaching up to undo the collar of his dress shirt and tugs it open a bit, better baring his neck for a touch. ... and as he waits for Archer to move, it suddenly occurs to him that he has no idea how tickling he is there. It's been a long, long time since anyone's deliberately tickled him. ]
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You're protesting quite a lot considering I'm a stranger who only meant to set a boundary. As I would with anyone I didn't know.
[ Try not to take things so personally, Fuuta. It is, after all, only a game.
Archer waits for Fuuta to finish undoing his collar, and once he's done, Archer rises from his chair and moves closer. Honestly, he can't remember the last time he did something as juvenile as try to tickle someone, but he can still make the attempt.
Archer's fingertips brush lightly against the bare skin of Fuuta's neck, just below and behind his ear... and yep, have some tickling. Whether or not Fuuta is actually ticklish there is indeed a question, but for Archer, the main goal is the nice ding that comes from his Watch. Action completed. ]
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But for now, Fuuta focuses on staying as still as possible as Archer approaches, staring at him nervously as he draws near and reflexively squeezing his eyes shut when he sees that hand extended his way. Which was probably a stupid move! Because having his eyes closed means the touch at his neck feels all the more vivid, and Fuuta ends up giving a startled jump the moment contact is made, a grunt stifled at the back of his throat. Surprise, surprise, turns out he is a little ticklish at his throat. Not enough to properly laugh, but enough that he squirms from the brush of Archer's fingertips, hands reflexively coming to grab at the seat of his chair to keep himself still; Fuuta ends up holding his breath to keep himself quiet, and it's not until those fingers pull away that he lets out a hard huff.
Fuck. He hates that his face feels hot.
So distracted trying to mask the way his breaths are coming a little shallower, his movements are rushed when he hurriedly grabs the dice up to roll them, still catching his breath as they clatter to a halt.
'FONDLE' 'CHEST'. ]
... are you kidding me.
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Dirty Dice
Even his hand gesture towards Archer is flippant and dismissive. ]
Go for it.
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Therefore, he merely quirks a brow, picks up the dice...and rolls.
When they land on 'KISS' 'NOSE', Archer honestly can't help but wonder who decided such a game was actually fun. ]
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This one isn't one of the weirder options, but it's innocuous enough to get a scoffing laugh out of Gen. ]
Like I said, go for it.
[ He'll even be nice enough to sit up a bit so that Archer doesn't have to invade his space too much to give him that little nose kiss. ]
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so, desperate times call for desperate measures. spotting archer make a decisive turn towards one of the guarded exits, angelika quickly cuts through the crowd to slide right up to his side, slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow. ]
Wherever you're going, take me with you.
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He looks at the woman with a furrowed brow. ]
What makes you think I'm 'going' anywhere?
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...Well. Maybe not as painful as the question Archer poses to him upon successfully drawing a card out of the house. Before they can continue, their rules mandate an answer. An honest one. One that nets the Servant a gruff sigh and a brief grit of his teeth. ]
It's...family. It's my family. My little brother and sister.
[ They're not here. ...Then again, no one from his world was here. So it was words cast to the wind, right? Besides, Jin was the last person he wanted hearing him say he "treasured" him. But! His Watch doesn't signal he's wrong. ]