[ There's nothing particularly cold in his voice: and nothing that makes him think he's offended him, and yet the words stick with him in a way, uncomfortable, as though maybe he's overstepped his boundaries; they might be drinking buddies, or he might even wager a cautious throw towards the term friends if not safer to leave it as acquaintances. He's had so few of them that it's hard to know if he's pushing too hard, going towards something uncomfortable.
The thing is, he'd been pretty damn good at darts. Beat out Wedge's score, anyway, back in Seventh Heaven, and made it to the top of the list. Whether Nanami doesn't want to share or not will be at the mercy of the game, maybe.
As his gaze goes to the easy dart that Nanami throws at the board: his expression shifts into an annoyed sort of scowl. ]
Guess I'm not entitled to anything. [ --with a faint lift of his lips in a reluctant sort of smile, as he decides not to go for the dart board, but for his glass instead. Gulping it down. ] I'm gonna lose.
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The thing is, he'd been pretty damn good at darts. Beat out Wedge's score, anyway, back in Seventh Heaven, and made it to the top of the list. Whether Nanami doesn't want to share or not will be at the mercy of the game, maybe.
As his gaze goes to the easy dart that Nanami throws at the board: his expression shifts into an annoyed sort of scowl. ]
Guess I'm not entitled to anything. [ --with a faint lift of his lips in a reluctant sort of smile, as he decides not to go for the dart board, but for his glass instead. Gulping it down. ] I'm gonna lose.