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"what's that?" reo blinks as nagi holds his switch up to him, though he recognizes the contents of the screen immediately. he did indeed purchase the game — pre-ordered it right away, of course, because he can — though, he hasn’t gotten to play too much of it, yet; has been busy. more importantly, he recognizes the little mii on screen. it’s hard not to recognize the telltale signs of his likeness, the purple hair and eyes in particular; though, kinda weird is an apt description.

“haha, sheesh! is that how you think i look?” he’s teasing, reckons it’s hard to get a cartoony game exactly right. (granted, if he were talking to anyone other than nagi…) “you better be taking good care of mii! anyway, i haven’t played much, but i made you, too! i’ll have to show you — your mii even kind of talks like you.”

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"Four queens," Grazi announces as she lays down her hand.

Trapper gawks at it, brow furrowed, jaw dropped. His vision's just blurry enough that he doesn't take her at her word right away, that when she tries to reach for the pot, he grabs her forearm and holds her still while he leans in as close as possible to verify that there are, in fact, four queens and an eight in her hand. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," he slurs.

Henry chuckles and shakes his head. "She got you again, McIntyre."

"This is some bullshit, 's what it is." Trapper looks back up at her, into those sparkling brown eyes. "How're you doin' it?"

"Doin' what?" Grazi asks, her cheeks beginning to flame. She gives the tiniest tug of her arm, but Trap's grip tightens, not entirely ready to let her slip back into shy propriety when they've come so far in just one poker game.

Trap gestures vaguely. "The, the cards, you're, I dunno how. Where're you hidin' the rest of 'em, huh?"

A brilliant smile crosses her face. God, she's beautiful. She's got her hair down tonight, silky brown waves spilling over her shoulders. It's really not fair. He should've known better than to play with somebody who's got the lethal combo of being incredibly distracting while also totally aware that she is. Grazi punches his bicep with her other hand, and it stings enough that he pulls back with a pout. "Hate to tell ya, but that's just good ol' fashioned Brooklyn blood. You never stood a chance."

"Do I get to deal sometime tonight, sir?" Klinger asks.

With a huff, Trapper shoves his cards toward him, then watches as Grazi gathers her pot to join the rest of her chips. The pile's getting so big, it's like the fucking Taj Mahal over there. By comparison, his own stacks are next to nothing. He's barely got enough to ante up for the next hand, much less bet. He'll be going all in whether he likes it or not.

While Klinger shuffles, Trapper leans until he's mere inches away from Grazi, and he gets distracted for a moment by the scent of her perfume. It seems familiar. He wonders if she borrowed it off another nurse for the night, if she had a reason why she wanted to stand out. His ego puffs up, rather liking to believe that it's all for him. "Hey, honey, whaddya say I get a loan off you, mm?"

Grazi blinks at him. "Do what?" The blush has started to spread down her throat now, disappearing under her jacket.

Trapper follows it without shame, flicking his tongue over his lips as he studies the slight curve of her breasts before meeting her gaze again. "You see how fuckin' light I am. C'mon, slide me a few of those chips, huh? I'll pay with interest next week."

She giggles and shakes her head. "Nice try, Doc, but you gotta believe I'm some kinda fool if you think that'll work. You know how many debts you've got around camp?"

"How d'ya know about those?" Trapper asks, cocking his head.

Grazi opens her mouth, closes it again, then shrugs, her nose going into the air as she turns back to the table. "Just call it instinct."

Not for the first time, he wonders exactly where in Brooklyn she came from to be this good of a card shark. There's something she's hiding. Call him predictable, but he's not going to be happy until he cracks all of her mysteries wide open.

Without another thought, he catches the collar of her jacket and tugs her closer, watching her eyes widen. "How's about I sweeten the deal?" And before she can say another word, he presses their lips together. He ignores how the table gasps and laughs, is instead focused on how utterly unmoving she is as though she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. He tries to coax her mouth to open, but can't quite manage it. Okay, so maybe this was a bad choice. But when he goes to pull away, she grabs his jacket and holds him there, then tips her head and finally, finally deepens the kiss.

He gets a little distracted after that, to be honest, one hand cupping her cheek, the other pushing her hair out of her face and then getting a very loose hold on it. She squeaks when his tongue slips into her mouth. It's only after she shakes all over from head to toe that she darts back, and he lets her, happy to hover there and grin up at her like a puppy who just got the belly rub of a lifetime.

"McIntyre." Henry's voice finally swims into focus. "You're holding up the damn game, could you…?"

"Aw, gimme a second," Trapper drawls. Grazi's staring at the table, one hand curled around the edge of it with white knuckles. He waits. And after another moment, she clears her throat and meekly slides a stack of chips toward him. "There you go," he murmurs, smile widening enough to make his cheeks hurt. "You're a doll."

"..." time isn't linear, neither is it a vacuum as humans often thought. time in itself is a man-made concept. still - in all the years liu xiao's name has been summoned, this is the first time he's not met with demands for wealth, power or control, in whatever form it takes. the sight of his frightened face, his body crawling back and away from the board makes elicits a chuckle out of him. unearhtly, maybe, but it's the most honest sentiment he can muster, in lieu of anything better to use and gain the human's trust.

"do you know what this is for?" liu xiao toes at the wooden board, eyes trailing its faded letters, the yellowed surface, trapped in a thin film of dust. "i suppose not, judging by your reaction."

"for better or for worse, your ignorance has summoned me, and we're bound by a contract, that you can use as you see fit. you can call me liu xiao."

‘ can you play one of your rhythm games without thumbs? ’ gojo scoffed dismissively, the absurdity of the question so comical it almost makes him laugh. almost. ‘ you stand by this statement? doesn't matter, don't answer me! you just have to be there to understand it. parties without noise are an inexistent equation. need a quiet place? tell qiao ling to bring you a crib, you crybaby. can we get going though? these drinks are getting warm. ’

[  Sms:  Nagi.  ]  oh!  I  was  watching  a  new  anime.

[  Sms:  Nagi.  ]  and  drawing.

[  Sms:  Nagi.  ]  I  forgot  what  time  it  is!  What  are  you  doing  up  so  late?  What  game  were  you  playing?

" do you see this ?! " its owner whines. " dude, you have no idea how many times i've pulled this guy ! y'think reo knows whoever made this game ? i think he should go call him. "

a brief pause, during which tatsu seems to immediately get over this misfortune, before they pocket the phone.

Wait,  what  was  that  feeling?  It  was  an  odd  one,  one  he  couldn't  pinpoint  for  himself,  and  yet  --  Nagi's  voice  made  Bachira  break  for  a  moment.  It  wasn't  shown  on  his  face,  but  inside,  he's  never  had  someone  say  something  like  that  to  him.

If  he  spoke  what  was  on  his  mind,  he  got  made  fun  of,  told  he  was  annoyed,  bullied,  thrown  away  --  you  name  it.  He's  been  alone  most  of  his  life,  no  friends  --  just  him  and  his  mother.

But  since  he  came  to  Blue  Lock,  he's  met  people  ---  got  comfortable  with  others.  Something  he  didn't  think  would  ever  happen.

Slowly  and  quietly,  Bachira  moved  to  sit  next  to  the  other.  Pulling  his  knees  to  his  chest,  he  rested  his  chin  on  them.  It  was  strange  for  both  of  them  to  be  comfortable  with  one  another,  but  for  once,  he  didn't  mind  just  sitting  here  for  a  moment.  For  Bachira,  it  was  rare  to  show  a  weakness  like  this.  He  was  the  one  who  smiled  all  the  time.  He  laughed  and  joked  around  --  teased  people,  he  was  already  expecting  everyone  to  dislike  him  personally,  not  his  skills.

Sure,  giving  himself  a  moment  of  weakness,  only  pulled  a  soft,  yet  not  annoying  laugh  from  his  lips.

                  "That  might  be  the  kindness  thing  someone  ever  told  me,  y'know."

He  said,  pressing  his  head  into  his  knees  for  a  moment.

                      Don't  cry,  Meguru,  don't  do  that  in  front  of  someone.

He's  never  really  seen  people  be  kind,  or  maybe  this  was  all  in  his  head.  Maybe  Nagi  meant  it  negatively,  but  he  wouldn't  blame  him.  Then  again,  from  Nagi  for  the  short  time  (  that  felt  like  forever  already.)  Nagi  really  wasn't  one  to  be  mean  unless  he  had  to.  His  voice  didn't  change,  but  he  met  this  as  a  hassle  to  even  deal  with.

"I  promise  this  won't  last  long,  I  just  need  a  moment  or  so!  I'll  be  myself  again  in  a  few."