( it's his turn? he knows, and he opens his hand, allowing the ball to roll out, and then fumble onto the floor with light taps. that is probably petty of him, or maybe it's that budding passive aggressiveness he gained from such a long time ago, or maybe he's just not too bothered to care about the wins or losses.
he'll pick it up, finally getting to his feet as he walks over to the cup, and he'll drop the ball in with a splash; some of the liquid covering his hand.
the worst part is that he doesn't need an answer, instead he looks off to the side where the fireworks are being lit by subaru and npckun. with his arms crossed before him, he sighs softly as he leans against the table.
it's fine, rio doesn't have to talk to him when he's like this. )
roll: 5
( it's his turn? he knows, and he opens his hand, allowing the ball to roll out, and then fumble onto the floor with light taps. that is probably petty of him, or maybe it's that budding passive aggressiveness he gained from such a long time ago, or maybe he's just not too bothered to care about the wins or losses.
he'll pick it up, finally getting to his feet as he walks over to the cup, and he'll drop the ball in with a splash; some of the liquid covering his hand.
the worst part is that he doesn't need an answer, instead he looks off to the side where the fireworks are being lit by subaru and npckun. with his arms crossed before him, he sighs softly as he leans against the table.
it's fine, rio doesn't have to talk to him when he's like this. )