[ Does he ever get tired of lying? Do people get tired of using their right hands when they aren't lefties? It's programming and instinct by now. It's how Hei operates. ]
[ He takes Lucy's advice and Chekov's thump on the back with a timorous smile. In truth, he finds the game to be a mix of mindlessness and minor coordination. In the end, it's just another excuse for drunkenness. Not a state he enjoys, or one he prefers to succumb to -- unlike bright-buzzing Lucy or chatty Chekov, his state of mind nosedives to a black tar-pit if you hand him the hard stuff. ]
[ No-one needs to see that. Seriously. ]
Well... [ He takes (seemingly) uncertain aim with his coin. Puts a little wobble in his wrist, for show. ] Here goes. [ A quick calculation, and he shoots. The misfire is spectacular. The coin misses the glass completely. Instead it ricochets off the table and back at 'Li', pinging smartly off the bridge of his nose. ] Owwwwww!
[ Shitfuck. That went a bit better than planned. ]
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[ He takes Lucy's advice and Chekov's thump on the back with a timorous smile. In truth, he finds the game to be a mix of mindlessness and minor coordination. In the end, it's just another excuse for drunkenness. Not a state he enjoys, or one he prefers to succumb to -- unlike bright-buzzing Lucy or chatty Chekov, his state of mind nosedives to a black tar-pit if you hand him the hard stuff. ]
[ No-one needs to see that. Seriously. ]
Well... [ He takes (seemingly) uncertain aim with his coin. Puts a little wobble in his wrist, for show. ] Here goes. [ A quick calculation, and he shoots. The misfire is spectacular. The coin misses the glass completely. Instead it ricochets off the table and back at 'Li', pinging smartly off the bridge of his nose. ] Owwwwww!
[ Shitfuck. That went a bit better than planned. ]