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[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[In a moderately popular room, there sits the Organization's token Brit on one of the couches. He's new, but he isn't going to act it; he's been lounging there watching doubles and such go by for a little while, anyway. That gives away enough. He has a few cards out and is flipping them around his fingers idly. 'Idly' here meaning 'near-impossible for anyone else.'

If you approach him or look at him too long, he glances in your direction.]

Do tell me: how has the game been treating you?

[ooc: who wrote this man's Days dialogue, honestly]

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[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ Lovely tits, amirite. Headtilt, the usual trademark Xigbar smile on her face. ]

I'm guessing you'll be happier this time, right?

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[Sure, sure; it isn't like he sees many tits that aren't underage, anyway, so, in comparison- yeah. That eyebrow stays just slightly raised.]

With no suicidal gambles being forced upon me, it's probable.

[What do you mean, bitter about dying.]

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Considering it's a nexus, you'll have all the time in the world. ♥

[ Oho, she can tell. ]

[isthisyour.livejournal.com]

[Alright, that gets a chuckle.]

I don't intend to run out of it, this time. Now then, pleasantries aside- [he gives her a once over] -since when are you a woman?