[ he stares over the vibrant colors flashing in each corner of his eye, distracting him and keeping his mind busy. he blinks, turning to face the other— ah, the game. with a grin, denji matches the other's fist, uttering those words together in perfect harmony. ]
Rock... paper... scissors!
[ and he ends up with paper. shit, he lost that fast? guess this guy is a stronger rival over power. with a scoff, he shifts to stand by tusurmaru's side, shoulders touching in a playful nudge. ]
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Rock... paper... scissors!
[ and he ends up with paper. shit, he lost that fast? guess this guy is a stronger rival over power. with a scoff, he shifts to stand by tusurmaru's side, shoulders touching in a playful nudge. ]
Isn't this like gambling, though?