[ She raises her eyebrows but doesn't pry. This casino leads people places, and nobody ever needs to talk about it at any point. ]
In one? [ Speeding up enough to fall into step beside him, Nami nudges his arm before handing over the flashlight for him to carry. She's got notes to take, the club tattoo on her hand lighter than his had been, but present enough to call attention to the thin lines and nicks scarred along the finger her pen rests against while she writes. She's thankful it's dark. ]
Not that I can recall. Why? Have you before? [ A beat. ] Is that where the numbered people thing came up?
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In one? [ Speeding up enough to fall into step beside him, Nami nudges his arm before handing over the flashlight for him to carry. She's got notes to take, the club tattoo on her hand lighter than his had been, but present enough to call attention to the thin lines and nicks scarred along the finger her pen rests against while she writes. She's thankful it's dark. ]
Not that I can recall. Why? Have you before? [ A beat. ] Is that where the numbered people thing came up?