[ i mean. he kind of was joking. only kind of, because frankly? his luck is incredible. he's had so many near misses, close calls, and "how the fuck did i make it outta that"s at this point that he's starting to wonder if there ain't something up with that. no Turk anticipates a long life, and while Reno can say with confidence that he's never given up and doesn't plan to, he's certainly had moments of "welp, guess that's it," only to weasel out of it at the last second by some wild happenstance. you could make an argument for winding up in those situations in the first place, but personally, he's an "ends justify the means" kinda guy. ha ha, yeah, his luck is great.
no seriously. it's great.
the entire table's fallen into a bit of a hush by the time the second die lands, and that silence continues for a good few seconds more. Roche is the first to break it with that ugly snort-laugh, and once the lid's off, the rest of the participants all erupt into Noise. laughter, squealing, Scandalized Gasps, exclamations of various sorts, general chatter. Reno's face instantly lights up like a firework the moment the crowd pops off—he's a real extroverted introvert, y'know? when the vibes start vibing, he comes alive. big smile, bright eyes, and his own cackling hyena laugh to join the chorus of excitement over this fortuitous development. ]
Damn, what a ruckus! You people must be real desperate for some action.
[ they are. they very much are. and i mean frankly as far as action goes, the dice can't really take it that much farther than this. that little comment just amps the chatter up more. he's pretty sure he catches a nervous-sounding someone ask, wait, not like that, though, right? hysterical. absolutely hysterical. see? interpretation. that's what makes the game fun.
without further ado, Reno stands up from his seat, turning the full force of his crooked grin on Roche. nothing about it, crooked or otherwise, suggests shy, though. honestly, if it's anything? it's expectation. a twist at the waist, and he hitches that oversized t-shirt up over the back of his hips. no shame, there, either. look, dozens of people have seen his ass today, and that was before it was getting any attention. the sheer size of the shirt he found absolutely drowns him, so it'd be hard to say for sure, but there's no mystery about it now: he's a skinny little thing, all muscle, with a pert twink ass he has no shame showing off what-so-ever. he's got a little half-moon scar on the back of one thigh, right under his ass. gives it a little extra character. ]
'Sall yours, friend. You look like a leggy fucker, think it'd be easier just to bend me over the table? I don't mind.
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no seriously. it's great.
the entire table's fallen into a bit of a hush by the time the second die lands, and that silence continues for a good few seconds more. Roche is the first to break it with that ugly snort-laugh, and once the lid's off, the rest of the participants all erupt into Noise. laughter, squealing, Scandalized Gasps, exclamations of various sorts, general chatter. Reno's face instantly lights up like a firework the moment the crowd pops off—he's a real extroverted introvert, y'know? when the vibes start vibing, he comes alive. big smile, bright eyes, and his own cackling hyena laugh to join the chorus of excitement over this fortuitous development. ]
Damn, what a ruckus! You people must be real desperate for some action.
[ they are. they very much are. and i mean frankly as far as action goes, the dice can't really take it that much farther than this. that little comment just amps the chatter up more. he's pretty sure he catches a nervous-sounding someone ask, wait, not like that, though, right? hysterical. absolutely hysterical. see? interpretation. that's what makes the game fun.
without further ado, Reno stands up from his seat, turning the full force of his crooked grin on Roche. nothing about it, crooked or otherwise, suggests shy, though. honestly, if it's anything? it's expectation. a twist at the waist, and he hitches that oversized t-shirt up over the back of his hips. no shame, there, either. look, dozens of people have seen his ass today, and that was before it was getting any attention. the sheer size of the shirt he found absolutely drowns him, so it'd be hard to say for sure, but there's no mystery about it now: he's a skinny little thing, all muscle, with a pert twink ass he has no shame showing off what-so-ever. he's got a little half-moon scar on the back of one thigh, right under his ass. gives it a little extra character. ]
'Sall yours, friend. You look like a leggy fucker, think it'd be easier just to bend me over the table? I don't mind.
[ clearly. ]