[ There's no hiding his stupid smile when Reno drifts that much closer to "biting" distance, a subtle flash of teeth warning as much but the reality is he wouldn't really bite him. Not while the dice still hold power. The guy seems like the sort to enjoy a good gnaw or two otherwise, so Roche files the look in Reno's eyes away for later and closes his own to just sort of soak up the attention while he can. It's nice, alright? And... look, sometimes you can tell a lot about a person by their hands, and he thinks he can get some sort of an idea from Reno's.
Not too rough, not too soft... Calluses on his palms from gripping something or another... They're not the hands of some pencil-pusher, so he's got to be someone who isn't afraid to get involved. Good — Roche can respect that.
When he finally opens his eyes partially thanks to Reno's knees pressing into his sides and partially due to feeling like he's being watched. Turns out he was. Both of them were, Reno moreso, but it's not stopping Roche from pressing his face all that more incessantly into Reno's palm with a breathy laugh when their not-so-subtle admirer sends those dice bouncing their way. ]
I'm not against shifting up into the next gear if you're game, although...
[ The dice roll, twirl, and bounce off one another before they come to a stop in the mess of Reno's hair that wound up across the table, prompting Roche to lean more into the man just so he can crane his head to look at what the lucky lady had landed on. He did promise, didn't he?
>Caress >Neck
Roche shifts back down with a quiet exhale through his nose, eyes closing again for a moment. Then, he slips his hand from Reno's chest to brush the backs of his fingers under his chin. A little more to the... right? No, left. ]
You'll have to be a good boy for a moment so this beautiful lady can have a look at you. As you please, Madame.
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Not too rough, not too soft... Calluses on his palms from gripping something or another... They're not the hands of some pencil-pusher, so he's got to be someone who isn't afraid to get involved. Good — Roche can respect that.
When he finally opens his eyes partially thanks to Reno's knees pressing into his sides and partially due to feeling like he's being watched. Turns out he was. Both of them were, Reno moreso, but it's not stopping Roche from pressing his face all that more incessantly into Reno's palm with a breathy laugh when their not-so-subtle admirer sends those dice bouncing their way. ]
I'm not against shifting up into the next gear if you're game, although...
[ The dice roll, twirl, and bounce off one another before they come to a stop in the mess of Reno's hair that wound up across the table, prompting Roche to lean more into the man just so he can crane his head to look at what the lucky lady had landed on. He did promise, didn't he?
>Caress
>Neck
Roche shifts back down with a quiet exhale through his nose, eyes closing again for a moment. Then, he slips his hand from Reno's chest to brush the backs of his fingers under his chin. A little more to the... right? No, left. ]
You'll have to be a good boy for a moment so this beautiful lady can have a look at you. As you please, Madame.