[The sarcasm there is evident. Please, like those words erase all of the ways he eyeballed him in the past. Waving that off for now, he accepts the shot glass with his free hand, downing it before he realizes that Nel is "taking his turn."
He watches him completely disregard the rules for the game, eyes trailing up from his toes to his face. A grin slowly forms, and he jokingly nips at the small bit of air between them. Come now, stop teasing.]
Does my hand look yellow to you? You cheat! [He's teasing, but as he rolls the shot glass to the side of the mat (who cares), he reaches to pinch lightly at Nel's foot with the now-free hand. How about they just play like this??]
Spin for Robin, Mattias. [Meanwhile, he tosses that order without even a glance.]
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[The sarcasm there is evident. Please, like those words erase all of the ways he eyeballed him in the past. Waving that off for now, he accepts the shot glass with his free hand, downing it before he realizes that Nel is "taking his turn."
He watches him completely disregard the rules for the game, eyes trailing up from his toes to his face. A grin slowly forms, and he jokingly nips at the small bit of air between them. Come now, stop teasing.]
Does my hand look yellow to you? You cheat! [He's teasing, but as he rolls the shot glass to the side of the mat (who cares), he reaches to pinch lightly at Nel's foot with the now-free hand. How about they just play like this??]
Spin for Robin, Mattias. [Meanwhile, he tosses that order without even a glance.]