.:Week 4 Curfew:.

[baebladie]

[ Welcome, to the week four curfew. Enjoy your stay. ]

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[baebladie]

You should realize what kind of individual you brought into your circle.

[ Blade says, humorlessly. He's the type of person to eventually make people have regrets getting to know him. ]

...However, it isn't like I regret it either.

[ There's at least two familiar faces; he at least indicates he appreciates it. ]

[inequals]

Trust me babes, I know.

[ Mr all doom and gloom but Rodya's problem really is that she is just an indomitable spirit. Your depression can't get her. ]

[baebladie]

[ Well...he isn't exactly sure how long that will last. That's definitely part of the gloomy schtick, though.

Then, there's a little wry smirk on his face. ]

...I suppose you would know to be prepared.

[inequals]

Always.

[ Which isn't always the best thing -- hope for the best, but expect the worst.

She's always prepared for anything. ]

[baebladie]

Hm.

[ Considering what he knows of her, but regardless, he looks from her, back to the other people around, and whatever else they're doing, then back to her. ]

...I'll also expect you'll find a way to enjoy yourself, before we are all asleep.

[ He takes another sip of his drink. ]

[inequals]

'Course. I'm too used to sitting around waiting for things to happen.

[ So she produces... card packs, gambling chips, and that polaroid camera from Scrap's. ]

Oh yeah, I totally yoinked a bunch of chips from all my time playing in the houses.

[ She really just had a great time. ]

[baebladie]

Must be why you're so patient.

[ Blade watches those things getting produced one by one.

...There is a look of amusement, but honestly? He is glad she had a good time. It's what she deserves. ]

I'm not surprised if you managed to find a place that dealt in gambling. Was it luck or skill that allowed you to dominate the 'houses', as it were?