( as always, he's in luck. sort of. nobody else at the table can beat a soft 21; as he flips his cards to a chorus of groans and curses, the dealer has already fixed him with a suspicious stare, perhaps recognizing him from a previous visit. hurriedly, kirma picks the book back up— his prize, after all— and tugs on esi's sleeve as a sign of, let's get out of here. the rest of the chips lay abandoned, which might help to smooth things over some, if ever he returns.
once they're away from the tables, kirma again gives esi that guilty sidelong glance, and holds the journal out to him. his tail moves, just a little, today in a gesture of appeasement rather than excitement. god i really need a wolfpleady icon. )
I was hoping you'd win it.
( but it's okay because he still got it back, right??? )
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once they're away from the tables, kirma again gives esi that guilty sidelong glance, and holds the journal out to him. his tail moves, just a little, today in a gesture of appeasement rather than excitement. god i really need a wolfpleady icon. )
I was hoping you'd win it.
( but it's okay because he still got it back, right??? )
... I did get it for you.
( so you can't be too mad, right???????? )