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cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
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cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
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[He'll pull her back up as he says that, keeping his hands in place-- holding hers, and around her waist-- before he leans in to kiss her forehead.]
Come on, I wanna go to Chickadees with a chickadee, and I found the perfect one right here.
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[ He eyes close briefly when he draws close and kisses her forehead, the hand not holding onto his brushing his cheek as he does, a potentially familiar gesture at this point, for all its absent affection. ]
I am pretty perfect.
[ Shifting to settle against his side, Nami leans into the arm he's wrapped around her, raising her eyebrows at him. ]
You better plan to win me the biggest prize you can.
[ Which is to say, yes, she'd be happy and more than just a bit charmed, going on a date with him tonight. Not that Nami would ever use those words. ]
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[Well, that at least made it easier for him. He didn't doubt she would be up for it, but it would have depended highly on how much she wanted to get some chips in. Seems like not so much for now.
With that in mind, he slips his hand to the small of her back, leading her out of the casino.]
Ever been there?
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[ Pursing her lips to hold back a smile after being referred to as lady luck, Nami rolls her eyes, bumping her hip against his before she lets herself be led out of the casino and towards the arcade instead. ]
A few times. [ Nami drops the last of her exasperated facade, and looks back at him with a grin. ]
You'll see if you get me by the skee-ball.
[ Or the claw machines, but he's the one winning her prizes tonight. ]
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[And well, he can always get her a prize later, or through skee-ball winnings. Surely, tickets are a thing they can exchange for dolls. He likes that kind of turnout.]
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[ Heading into the neon drenched confines of the arcade, she looks up at Rinne, reaching up to gently tug the ends of his hair. ]
Well? Take me to your favorite game first.
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[He chuckles, and when she asks for his favorite game, well...]
Cranes it is, then.
[Time to lead her to one with giant fox dolls then.]
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[ That's one she hasn't played yet, and Nami perks up curiously as they approach the game, letting his arm go once she's close to the giant fox dolls, to admire the choice of prizes. ]
I want you to win me– [ Nami points at a fox wearing a baseball hat, its pointed ears sticking out of two slits in the top. ] That one.
[ Nami sets a hand on his shoulder and plants a quick kiss to his cheek. ]
Looks kinda like you.
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[Probably the redness, but the baseball hat. He tilts his head, squinting at it, but grins after a while once he figures the best angle to go for. All right.
He's going to go ahead and win that on the first try, because of course he does. He's probably got more experience with this than one might expect.]
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[ Nami goes quiet when Rinne gets ready to play, laughing quietly in surprise after he wins her the fox on his first attempt. ]
Not bad. Guess I might consider a second date.
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[Not that he minds, not when he picks up the doll from the slot and boops her cheek with its nose like a kiss.]
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[ Grinning in spite of herself when he boops her on the cheek with the fox's stuffed snout, Nami takes the toy off him and hugs it loosely to her chest. ]
Come on, my turn to show you my favorite.
[ And expose herself as a hopelessly, highly perfectionist skee-ball addict, which takes her all of one turn once they get to an open lane. The way she rolls the ball, makes it very obvious she's studied this and practiced. ]
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[Which is subject to Rinne's whims, just like today. Skee-ball reminds him of a certain other individual, and his heart aches a little when he realizes it, but he ignores it for now. The whole purpose of this exercise was to make sure that people who were still here were okay, and those who weren't...
Well, he'll figure that out later.]
Wow, yer keepin' the top scores on yer own? That's impressive.
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[ The remaining two balls are dispatched up the lane with similar ease, and Nami collects her tickets, looking pleased with herself as she holds them up. ]
Wanna pick another game, or help me pick another prize to go with this guy?
[ She lifts the fox cradled in the crook of her arm when she asks, even though deep down Nami has already made up her mind to get him something stupid and small from the prize counter instead — like a mood ring, or a keychain with a squishy tangerine hanging from it. ]
Did you go to places like this back home?
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[And if they get more tickets, all the merrier, even if it's not going to him. He enjoyed the thrill of it, after all. This kind of win-lose situation, where there were stakes.
People would say it's unhealthy, but well, what was healthy here? He'll go ahead and start the adjacent machine, so that he can compete with her score.]
I did sometimes. Not that often though, just when I got nothin' better to do. I prefer goin' to a bar or a pachinko parlor when I can.
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[ She turns the wooden ball cupped in her palm around, shifting her weight from foot to foot while she seems to size the lane in front of her up. ]
There weren't that many gambling machines in the places I've been, just the really fancy casinos. [ The ones she pickpocketed and charmed her way through, rather than gamble. ]
What about cards? [ Nami takes her next shot after asking, managing to hit the 1000 point hole, which only serves to make her look even more smug. ]
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[So you know, his familiarity with the smaller pachinko parlors was much more comfortable for him. No big gambling places, unless it was just for a stage performance.]
I play 'em. I'm better at mahjong though. You ever heard of that?
[He's taking it seriously enough, at least, observing the way she moves before mimicking it. He just narrowly misses, the ball bouncing off the 1000 point to fall to the next ring. Oof.]
Damn, so close.
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[ Nami watches Rinne from the corner of her eye, she lets him take his shot before glancing towards him with a playful shake of her head. ]
You gotta let the ball roll off your fingertips when you shoot it.
[ Which is what she does with her last ball, hitting the 1000 again with a smug huff of victory. ]
You don't want to know how many chips I've lost figuring out how to hit that thing.
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[They were a bit too heavy to carry around on a day-to-day basis after all. He rolls the ball in his hand for a moment, trying to test the feel of it over his palm, the length of his fingers, before the tips... It wasn't too hard to do, at least.]
Weight's throwin' me off. Give me a few.
[He's going to try again. It's closer this time, but still ends up falling over to the other side at the bounce.]
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[ Both teaching her a new game she can gamble with, and a second date. She counts her tickets and looks up just in time to watch Rinne's ball go off course at the last minute. ]
You gotta– [ Heading over to Rinne after pocketing her tickets, Nami's hand slides to his, covering the back of it with her palm as she guides it back and out again, her front leaning into his side a little more than it needs to while she walks him through the mock shot, an incidental byproduct of how familiar he feels to her after all these months. ] Like this.
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[He teases, but it's with fond exasperation, clearly not bothered. He did, after all, immediately relax into her touch so she can lead his hand, let him get the point that he'd been aiming for this whole time.]
Ya sure you were ever bad at this? Yer so natural~
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You missed my first attempts. [ She smirks, tilting her head towards the mark before looking back to him. ]
Besides, isn't showing off part of the whole, date thing? I'm supposed to impress you, or something, right?
[ Like she knows anything about what happens on dates. ]
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[He lets the timer run anyway while he speaks in a teasing manner, especially when it starts to make noises a few seconds later, signaling his obvious loss to her.]
Looks like yer still the grand champion, Nami-chan~
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[ Taking a step back, she cocks her head towards towards one of the ticket exchange booths. ]
Come on, I gotta get you your prize. Make sure you're swept or whatever.
[ Whether she's sincerely trying to brush the notion off, or not, the grin lurking at the corners of her mouth reveal just how pleased with herself she is. ]
What game are we playing next, dream date?
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[Since, you know, he still had to focus on games that had tickets so he can win her a prize.]
It's that one over there with the hoops. Best score wins?
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