[ Roche takes the opportunity to stand up straight when Reno's hand lets go of his shirt both to roll a kink out of his shoulder and to watch the way her hand journeys down the expanse of his neck. The contrast of her gold-and-black painted nails atop Reno's skin is enchanting, doubly so when the light catches off the jewelry on her fingers and just when Roche thinks it can't get any better—
he goes and says that. What does someone even say to that, huh? Though a better question would be what would a normal person say to that, because Roche isn't quite the textbook definition of the word. Not by a country mile. ]
Ordinarily I'd ask if you knew what you're getting yourself into but seeing as you already know, I can't exactly refuse, can I?
[ Would he even want to? He mulls it over for a minute or two while he watches two hands squeeze, just until she gets the idea and tests her own limits. Her concern is sweet and enthusiasm even moreso, and while Roche can't join in on the fun just yet he can still get involved in other ways so long as he doesn't disobey Dice Law. It's why that while he stands and watches, his hands drift from Reno's jaw down to his flanks and even further to his hips where they sit for a moment before he slides them under that oversized shirt. His fingers find a few scars almost immediately, both brows lifting upwards in silent curiosity and wonder. This guy — whoever he is — sure isn't someone who spends their life adding up numbers or working part-time in a coffee shop.
He cocks his head and lets his thumb press down into one of them. A... bullet? No. Too smooth. A burn, maybe.]
Though now that our little Spitfire has put the idea into my head, I think it's a good idea to have a codeword and seeing as you're the one presently holding the reins, Madame...?
[ A codeword? Like— Oh! Realization hits and her worried expression becomes one of thought while she lets Reno guide her hand this way and that. How about... Cardinal? Your hair, I mean— ]
I like it. Spitfire?
[ A quick glance down to Reno, then up to meet the eyes of their little Nervous Nelly-turned-Jealous Jerry. One of Roche's hands drifts back down to his thigh and when he feels another squeeze, he gives one right back and just to be a pain in the ass, delivers a pinch to go along with it. See, buddy? Nothing to fear here. Your girl isn't going to be stolen tonight. Unless...? ]
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he goes and says that. What does someone even say to that, huh? Though a better question would be what would a normal person say to that, because Roche isn't quite the textbook definition of the word. Not by a country mile. ]
Ordinarily I'd ask if you knew what you're getting yourself into but seeing as you already know, I can't exactly refuse, can I?
[ Would he even want to? He mulls it over for a minute or two while he watches two hands squeeze, just until she gets the idea and tests her own limits. Her concern is sweet and enthusiasm even moreso, and while Roche can't join in on the fun just yet he can still get involved in other ways so long as he doesn't disobey Dice Law. It's why that while he stands and watches, his hands drift from Reno's jaw down to his flanks and even further to his hips where they sit for a moment before he slides them under that oversized shirt. His fingers find a few scars almost immediately, both brows lifting upwards in silent curiosity and wonder. This guy — whoever he is — sure isn't someone who spends their life adding up numbers or working part-time in a coffee shop.
He cocks his head and lets his thumb press down into one of them. A... bullet? No. Too smooth. A burn, maybe.]
Though now that our little Spitfire has put the idea into my head, I think it's a good idea to have a codeword and seeing as you're the one presently holding the reins, Madame...?
[ A codeword? Like— Oh! Realization hits and her worried expression becomes one of thought while she lets Reno guide her hand this way and that. How about... Cardinal? Your hair, I mean— ]
I like it. Spitfire?
[ A quick glance down to Reno, then up to meet the eyes of their little Nervous Nelly-turned-Jealous Jerry. One of Roche's hands drifts back down to his thigh and when he feels another squeeze, he gives one right back and just to be a pain in the ass, delivers a pinch to go along with it. See, buddy? Nothing to fear here. Your girl isn't going to be stolen tonight. Unless...? ]