[ He'd been prepared to step in at the first sign of real trouble, the shared eye contact and the strength of Reno's grip around his waist being the only ones he was paying attention to. The gal's enthusiasm was endearing, as was the light flush to her cheeks when her poor distressed beau puts her focus back on track and for a moment Roche has to swallow down his laughter. No point in making her feel embarrassed, right? She's new, and as Roche lets his hand slide around Reno's sides to splay across his back to help haul him up the rest of the way, he gives her a brief shrug. He did say he was fine, didn't he? If he says it's all good, then it's good.
I'm almost jealous, he even offers as Roche's chin finds a temporary home atop Reno's shoulder as he adjusts his hold on him properly. That same hand a little lower down to the small of his back, the other pawing at his thigh and hip to slot himself nicely between them, and subtly leaving himself open to Reno's own wandering hands. It's fine as long as they don't grab or molest anything listed on the dice, so yolo.
They certainly don't stop him from eventually dipping his head down to deliver a playful half-chomp to the meat of Reno's shoulder, nor does it stop him from pinching a bit of the fabric between his teeth and pulling on it once. A threat? A promise? Or is he just screwing around? ]
Your shirt, Spitfire. Would you rather keep it? Because if I happen to be graced some very good luck, I can't promise I'll be too gentle with it.
[ But they've still got Jitters' turn, and Roche still has to roll for him. As much as it "pains" him to let go of that oh-so-wonderful leg, he plucks it up from the table and sends it bouncing after a courtesy shake. Three, two, one... Welp. Jitters, you'd best get ready to pucker up. ]
Give us your best, Sunshine. Let's see what you've got.
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I'm almost jealous, he even offers as Roche's chin finds a temporary home atop Reno's shoulder as he adjusts his hold on him properly. That same hand a little lower down to the small of his back, the other pawing at his thigh and hip to slot himself nicely between them, and subtly leaving himself open to Reno's own wandering hands. It's fine as long as they don't grab or molest anything listed on the dice, so yolo.
They certainly don't stop him from eventually dipping his head down to deliver a playful half-chomp to the meat of Reno's shoulder, nor does it stop him from pinching a bit of the fabric between his teeth and pulling on it once. A threat? A promise? Or is he just screwing around? ]
Your shirt, Spitfire. Would you rather keep it? Because if I happen to be graced some very good luck, I can't promise I'll be too gentle with it.
[ But they've still got Jitters' turn, and Roche still has to roll for him. As much as it "pains" him to let go of that oh-so-wonderful leg, he plucks it up from the table and sends it bouncing after a courtesy shake. Three, two, one... Welp. Jitters, you'd best get ready to pucker up. ]
Give us your best, Sunshine. Let's see what you've got.