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[thatched]

Friends, lovers, assholes and anyone else who is at the summit or would care to port in. Are you ready for a game of cards played with adults and for adults. Don't ask the details, that would be telling.

But if you're interested, let me know. I hope to set up a game about one or two a.m. when the youngers have had their little shut eye. Baby faces, I'm sorry. This is not a game for the likes of you.

Otherwise, bring yourself, a little something something for the pot, and tell me what booze you prefer. As to where? I'll let you know.

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[heartismyown]

Yeah, Lea taught me. We played when I turned into a girl, the two of us. He won.

[Roxas blushed a lot at the time.]

Huh? Why not? I don't see what the big deal is, it's just clothes.

[Not that he's in the habit of getting naked with anyone, but he doesn't see what the big deal is.]

Dares and favours sound fine. [He's not scared.] I'll be okay, but if I don't think so, I'll tell you. I can promise that!

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[fierybluebird]

Aha.

[Blandly monotone deadpan.]

[But he's resisting the urge to retroactively find Lea somewhere in time and space and murder him.... multiple times. In many different ways.]

[Even reminding himself that Roxas probably enjoyed it.]

[Ew.]

[Okay reminding himself that Roxas probably instigated it.]

[Yes.]

[Nope, urge to kill Lea still there.]

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[fierybluebird]

[But then he grins softly to himself.]

You and me both kid, but that's why my Pops wouldn't let me play when I was younger either, eh? He said it wasn't fun for the others and it made him restrain himself. [This may or may not be applicable to Marco's state with Roxas.]

[Spoilers: it is.]

Mind you, even now, the only two things I'll never bet are my belt and anklet. And that's because they aren't clothes, they're memories.

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[fierybluebird]

You don't have to tell me, that would be too big a reveal, eh? Just squeeze my hand somewhere the others can't see, aye?

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[fierybluebird]

It's a game about bluffing and bravado.

That's the other reason we don't usually let kids in. Everyone's more protective of kids, and so they don't want to take advantage of them the same way. But since you're my son, everyone can rely on me to take care of it.

No matter what, pretend you're in control, and on top of things. And if nothing else, I'll make sure you will be, to the best of my ability, aye?

[heartismyown]

[Roxas hadn't instigated the game, but he did have fun, although the pentalty for losing was embarrassing and washing ink off his skin wasn't all that fun. Nothing terribly exciting happened except he got naked.]

I can be in control. It should be okay. I'll be sure to squeeze your hand if I have to.

[He really doesn't get embarrassed easily, it should be interesting.]

I'll be good!

[thatched]

[ . . . Well handled there, Marco]

[fierybluebird]

[It's probably for the best. This way if he hits on Thatch, half of everyone will take it as a joke, and the other half won't give a damn.]

[And if nothing else, he'll have to make sure his jokes are over Roxas's head without teaching him bad habits.]

[thatched]

[are they or are they not planning to get naked and indulge in salacious bets]

[fierybluebird]

[Oh, they are.

But it's just an extra challenge to do it in front of Roxas okay okay.]

[thatched]

[not everyone wants that challenge. He has a feeling it'll largely kill the game before it starts but well, he'll do his best to keep things going. It's your game, after all.]

[fierybluebird]

[He's not sorry. He can't do anything he'd regret.]

[And buttons are for pushing.]

[thatched]

[in that case, he'll look forward to it]

[fierybluebird]

[Good good. Just as planned.]

[fierybluebird]

You can be my secret weapon.

[Against himself. Smartest parent ever, clearly.]

[heartismyown]

Secret weapon? How can I be your secret weapon? Do I have to do anything?

[Almost sounds like a plan. He could be in a plan!]

[fierybluebird]

Be you.

[heartismyown]

[He laughs.]

I'm good at that.

[fierybluebird]

The best.