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[unfortunately, Edamura is showing absolutely no interest in these dice, and far more interest in the people brushing past him. his gaze lingers on each passerby as though assessing them of. . . something? although what that "something" is remains a mystery. especially when he always looks away pretty quickly afterwards, a derisive tch tumbling from his lips]
[but his people watching has taken him rather close to the dirty dice table, even if he has no intentions of playing! which means he is a prime harassment target for one uncanny exorcist. who. . . slides into Edamura's personal space with a perfectly polite request]
[. . .]
No thanks, dude.
[AND HERE EDMAURA IS, BEING RUDE ABOUT IT]
This kinda game really isn't my thing.
catches you in my powerful arms and swings you around
[ A reasonable answer, honestly, and one that isn't even particularly surprising. Rom blinks, then gives a small nod; his delivery is milquetoast when he returns: ]
I see.
[ And while, on a certain level, he understands that it's probably best to leave things at that ... he can't help himself. It's just a little too easy to poke at that blunt rejection. It's just too ripe for prodding. Rom lets a second pass before he continues just as pleasantly as before -- ]
I don't believe I said anything about actually playing the game? But I understand if it's a matter that's been weighing on your mind. My apologies for bringing up such a tender subject for you -- I do hope you're able to hone your skills at it without too much difficulty.
[comes Edamura's quick response, given as his hackles bristle. hone his skills at what? dirty dice? is this guy implying that he'd be incredibly shitty at this game if he WERE to play?? why does that offend him?]
That's not what I meant! My skills would be just fine!
[ Oh. He likes this guy. Kind of reminds him of those very fussy clients he gets during his tours sometimes -- feisty enough to provide a change in pace, but not too difficult to direct around with a well-placed comment or a little flattery. Very normal. The familiarity of it is admittedly appealing amidst these chaotic circumstances.
The above observation flits through his head in 0.2 seconds, before he smiles. Pleasantly! But somehow also creepily. ]
I see, I see~ Well, who would I be to question what seems to be such a point of pride for you? [ Hehe. And moving on before he can earn another bristly retort: ] Then, perhaps I could trouble you for a bit of your time? Your expertise might come in handy for a little experiment I'd like to run.
[it's instinct, the way Edamura leans away from that smile, even as he puffs up to shoot back an equally as defensive retort]
It's not a point of--!
[UUUUGH, whatever!! he'd harp on that a little bit longer just for the sake of argument, but this weirdo moves the conversation forward before he can. with an aggravated huff, Edamura turns to face his new companion completely, gaze washing over him from top to bottom. a bland sweater, a pair of black slacks, messy hair that falls over one eye and a smile that curls up eerily in its corners. . . well. he's met worse since arriving at this god forsaken resort]
[and the poor guy probably doesn't even have anything worth pilfering, either. a thought that Edamura immediately dismisses as irrelevant]
What expertise? [he asks, gaze narrowed suspiciously] What kind of experiment do you want to run?
iii. slams into you like a wrecking ball
[but his people watching has taken him rather close to the dirty dice table, even if he has no intentions of playing! which means he is a prime harassment target for one uncanny exorcist. who. . . slides into Edamura's personal space with a perfectly polite request]
[. . .]
No thanks, dude.
[AND HERE EDMAURA IS, BEING RUDE ABOUT IT]
This kinda game really isn't my thing.
catches you in my powerful arms and swings you around
I see.
[ And while, on a certain level, he understands that it's probably best to leave things at that ... he can't help himself. It's just a little too easy to poke at that blunt rejection. It's just too ripe for prodding. Rom lets a second pass before he continues just as pleasantly as before -- ]
I don't believe I said anything about actually playing the game? But I understand if it's a matter that's been weighing on your mind. My apologies for bringing up such a tender subject for you -- I do hope you're able to hone your skills at it without too much difficulty.
[ Heh. ]
🥺
Hone my-- what are you even talking about??
[comes Edamura's quick response, given as his hackles bristle. hone his skills at what? dirty dice? is this guy implying that he'd be incredibly shitty at this game if he WERE to play?? why does that offend him?]
That's not what I meant! My skills would be just fine!
[should he be bragging about that]
no subject
The above observation flits through his head in 0.2 seconds, before he smiles. Pleasantly! But somehow also creepily. ]
I see, I see~ Well, who would I be to question what seems to be such a point of pride for you? [ Hehe. And moving on before he can earn another bristly retort: ] Then, perhaps I could trouble you for a bit of your time? Your expertise might come in handy for a little experiment I'd like to run.
no subject
It's not a point of--!
[UUUUGH, whatever!! he'd harp on that a little bit longer just for the sake of argument, but this weirdo moves the conversation forward before he can. with an aggravated huff, Edamura turns to face his new companion completely, gaze washing over him from top to bottom. a bland sweater, a pair of black slacks, messy hair that falls over one eye and a smile that curls up eerily in its corners. . . well. he's met worse since arriving at this god forsaken resort]
[and the poor guy probably doesn't even have anything worth pilfering, either. a thought that Edamura immediately dismisses as irrelevant]
What expertise? [he asks, gaze narrowed suspiciously] What kind of experiment do you want to run?
[informed consent only!]