As fond of a promised payout as she is, Nami's eyebrows raise dubiously when the dice settle and Zoro gets right to the point. Her eyes dart from the dice, to his face, and back again. "Seriously?" She shifts closer, still dubious, and bends one of her arms, offering him her elbow. Nothing about this casino is normal, and this interaction is no exception to the rule, but it is distracting enough to make her pause her interrogating him about where he came from before she gets the chance to start. Once they're one large payout richer, he'll no longer be safe from the flurry of questions lingering in the back of her mind.
Nami's lips purse as she watches Zoro intently, only aware of the fact that she's been holding her breath once he draws close to follow through on the dice roll.
"Great, off to a weird start," she mutters once it's her turn to roll, shaking the dice before she lets them tumble across the surface of the table.
"Bite chest."
Pointedly ignoring the heat creeping up the back of her neck, she looks at him, doing her best to see nonchalant. "Do you want to pick the spot?"
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[ prompt 3 from here ]
As fond of a promised payout as she is, Nami's eyebrows raise dubiously when the dice settle and Zoro gets right to the point. Her eyes dart from the dice, to his face, and back again. "Seriously?" She shifts closer, still dubious, and bends one of her arms, offering him her elbow. Nothing about this casino is normal, and this interaction is no exception to the rule, but it is distracting enough to make her pause her interrogating him about where he came from before she gets the chance to start. Once they're one large payout richer, he'll no longer be safe from the flurry of questions lingering in the back of her mind.
Nami's lips purse as she watches Zoro intently, only aware of the fact that she's been holding her breath once he draws close to follow through on the dice roll.
"Great, off to a weird start," she mutters once it's her turn to roll, shaking the dice before she lets them tumble across the surface of the table.
"Bite chest."
Pointedly ignoring the heat creeping up the back of her neck, she looks at him, doing her best to see nonchalant. "Do you want to pick the spot?"