[ He winds up laughing right along with him, quiet and gleefully unobstructed by any hands or other bodyparts. Okay, yeah, fuck it. So what if he can't figure out what department this guy works in? He's ticking all of Roche's boxes in the best possible way which means he's already found himself a nice cozy spot in his (admittedly small) pantheon of "friends". That mysterious SOLDIER who roused the fire within his heart, the suspicious-but-fascinating girl who'd thoroughly walloped him in that silly game, and now him. They're few in numbers, yes, but they're all precious to him in different ways. ]
If it's all the same to you I think I'd prefer to hear you sing over squawk.
[ Boy howdy it's a good fucking thing for poor Worried Willard that Reno got to him first or else his lovely little ladyfriend might've tried to steal Roche out from under the table. She even says as much with a flustered laugh all while Reno encourages her along, you're almost making me jealous, you know? Almost. Because for as charming and smooth these two are, she knows they're a little too much for her to properly handle. Good thing there's no laws against thinking about it, right?
Roche, for his part, hums in agreement when presented with the new terms-slash-rules, his attention drifting back up to the poor sap who happens to look up at almost the exact same time. There's something unspoken in that eerie glow, something that could say better make it a good one, or maybe it's something much more innocuous, less dangerous. Maybe I've got this wildfire, so don't worry about your girl. Maybe that's what the guy chooses to believe when the die leaves his fingers.
Whatever it rolls on must be good if his and Roche's exhales are anything to go by. One part in relief, the other in giddy anticipation as he leans over Reno to get a better look at the words. ]
...How attached are you?
[ One of Roche's hands turns over to tug at Reno's shirt from the inside and his lips pull back into a half-grin. Sweet and flirtatious to the rest of the room, but wild and untamed to them. He hears the guy say something to his lady, and she reaches over with one free hand to pinch his cheek and praise him with a perfect roll, baby. See? Her eyes still belong to him so there's no need to be afraid of a little window-shopping! ]
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If it's all the same to you I think I'd prefer to hear you sing over squawk.
[ Boy howdy it's a good fucking thing for poor Worried Willard that Reno got to him first or else his lovely little ladyfriend might've tried to steal Roche out from under the table. She even says as much with a flustered laugh all while Reno encourages her along, you're almost making me jealous, you know? Almost. Because for as charming and smooth these two are, she knows they're a little too much for her to properly handle. Good thing there's no laws against thinking about it, right?
Roche, for his part, hums in agreement when presented with the new terms-slash-rules, his attention drifting back up to the poor sap who happens to look up at almost the exact same time. There's something unspoken in that eerie glow, something that could say better make it a good one, or maybe it's something much more innocuous, less dangerous. Maybe I've got this wildfire, so don't worry about your girl. Maybe that's what the guy chooses to believe when the die leaves his fingers.
Whatever it rolls on must be good if his and Roche's exhales are anything to go by. One part in relief, the other in giddy anticipation as he leans over Reno to get a better look at the words. ]
...How attached are you?
[ One of Roche's hands turns over to tug at Reno's shirt from the inside and his lips pull back into a half-grin. Sweet and flirtatious to the rest of the room, but wild and untamed to them. He hears the guy say something to his lady, and she reaches over with one free hand to pinch his cheek and praise him with a perfect roll, baby. See? Her eyes still belong to him so there's no need to be afraid of a little window-shopping! ]