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Pretty Pretty Princess Group 4

As predicted, the clock chimes ten--anyone who is still milling around will find themselves inexorably drawn to the seat with their name plate sitting in front of it. At this table, the plates, cups and food spread across the place setting vanish. In their places appears a board. Simultaneously, the locks of both chests pop and the lids creak open and players will find their phone screens populating with the game rules.

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[Eventually she gets around to playing this game again, and rolls a 6--steal an item. Immediately she goes for Lucifel's bracelet, fffffuck this]

[ ... ._. ]

Nemesis, are you okay?

[shoves the bracelet on with the first, clenching her fist and clinking them together]

There's--some kinda connection between those things.

Ah? Is there?

Yeah? Probably? I mean--you could find out, but don't really recommend it?

What is it doing to you exactly?

Now? ...Nothing. No--cute trees, sorry.

[see? there was a lighthearted remark, everything's fine here let's move on]

[ yanking his hand back just after she's managed to grab onto it but before it's off his wrist, for literally no reason except to pull her closer to him :) ]

Edited 2019-05-11 22:54 (UTC)

['why this,' then 'you little shit,' in a way that might be appreciative if not for the instant panic response. regardless of whether or not the bracelet comes with, she rears back rather than be pulled too completely into his space]

[ his fingers curl around his own bracelet, eyes wide with a delighted sort of mania as his eyes brighten, like he could see every single one of her scars - ]

[ then, abruptly, he releases his grip, the sudden slack of tension perhaps enough to throw her off as he speaks smoothly, with a laugh in the back of his throat ]

You could just ask, you know.

[Her voice catches--he doesn't need any connection to know why. Next time--next time. For now, she wrangles her expression at least somewhat back into place and snatches her hand back, sitting back in her chair]