[Tek leaves his hand draped against his forehead as he lounges on the pillows, continuing to reflect on the absurdity of the night. he watches Tonic and his cigarette, and gives one last chuckle when his companion finally speaks.]
It is your turn--if you still feel like playing.
[he moves his stocking'd foot to bump into the other's fake leg.]
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It is your turn--if you still feel like playing.
[he moves his stocking'd foot to bump into the other's fake leg.]
Is there anything left that you do want to ask?