[It's not that Ochako is nervous about this mission! ...Or, well, let's try that again: It's not that Ochako is terribly nervous about this mission, but as she loiters near the bottom of elevator, smoothing down the floofy skirt of her fancy new dress more times than she necessarily needs to, there's definitely a... trace of uneasiness? A hint. She's never been in a fancy resort before, much less one full of, um, potential criminals! She isn't quite sure what to expect!
But rather than waste time fretting, it's far, far easier to scan the crowd for a familiar face. Deku has to be around here somewhere, so that's honestly who she's looking for as her eyes skip from face to face to—the back of a particularly square-shaped head? An oddly familiar head, one that causes her to involuntarily straighten up.]
...Iida-kun?
[Something she, you know, whispers to herself as she puts two and two together, but it's like saying his name actually helps her make the necessary connection. It should be... impossible; like, he shouldn't be here, but as she watches this person raise a hand to presumably push up a pair of glasses... well! Goodbye, manners; hello, excitement.]
Iida-kun! [And this time she yells his name, ignoring the looks people shoot her way as she a) waves a hand through the air and b) excitedly jumps up and down. Why are other people so TALL? It's not fair!] I-Iida-kun, is that really you?
[Iida, on the contrary, fits in quite well in the ritzy style of the casino. He has never cared much for gambling, though largely because of its tendency to get people in trouble and be something of a more villainous nature, but he isn't near as uncomfortable in the attire. In fact, he looks quite comfy, despite wearing a three-piece suit. What teenager is comfortable in a three-piece suit?? This one, apparently. Though he supposes the red is a bit loud. He's not exactly mingling, so much as he is just drifting through the attendees, adjusting his glasses, and--]
[Oh? His fingers are still against the bridge of his glasses as he turns toward the sound of the familiar voice, squinting and peering through the crowd. As he first turns toward the source of the sound, Ochako has landed back on her feet and is nearly out of sight, but then she vaults herself upward again, and Tenya finds himself dumbstruck. That... sure is a familiar brown bob, now isn't it. Could that really be...?]
[He starts a careful stride toward the crowd she's slowly parting with her shouting and her jumping, expression dazed.]
[Making a scene... is neither polite nor the correct way to go about one's undercover business, but the moment he turns around? The second that Ochako jumps up once more and sees that this person is, in fact, Iida? Forget about the task at hand! ...Temporarily, anyway, because one of her closest friends is here and suddenly nothing else matters.]
It's you! [she shouts, leaping up one last time just because she can—and because it's so, so nice to see his face? His very surprised-looking face, and you know, as thrilled as she absolutely is, she still feels a laugh bubbling up inside of her.] It's really, really you!
[But jumping can only do so much? Like, it's all great fun, but what she really wants is to grab his hand, or hug him, or maybe find a way to do both things at the same time. Who knows! She's just so excited, which is why she wastes no time weaving her way through the crowd, ducking around everyone as best she can while she beams back at Iida.]
Iida-kun, I'm so glad!
[And she's coming in HOT, so please, Iida... catch her before she a) trips and/or b) floats right up to the ceiling.]
i got too excited to tag it to change the subject sngjkdfn
[He slows to almost a stop once she breaches the crowd, himself, still a little dumbstruck, and realizes almost too late that she's yeeting herself across the room at the speed of absolute delight. He grounds himself with one foot just behind the other, ankles just enough apart to brace for impact, letting his expression dissolve into a broad smile.]
Goodness, it's been so long-- [Here, let him just catch her and spin her, once she's in range. He's a little startled, because he's not generally the one to go in for immediate contact, let alone something so unabashedly affectionate, as he spins once and draws her right to his chest, but-- it's Uraraka, he figures. And he hasn't seen her in months.]
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LMGFKDGHF can't believe they're going to kill us BOTH
[All things considered, she's keeping herself together... fairly well? Oh, sure, she looks like a fool as she runs across the room in her fancy dress, but at least she isn't floating away! At least she isn't crying!
...Until, of course, Iida lifts her right off her feet and spins, a thing that makes her laugh delightedly even as she feels tears prickling in the corners of her eyes. She missed him! She missed him more than she even realized, but as she does her best to wrap her arms around him, it all but hits her like a truck. Maybe it's the moonlacing that makes everything feel so potent... maybe it's just that nice to know that such a familiar, comforting presence is here in this wild and wacky world...]
I know! It's been the longest month, b-but—
[And all of this comes out... rather muffled, thanks to the fact that he's holding her so close, but it's fine? She's fine. She's definitely not about to seriously cry as she places her hands against his chest and tries to, like, lean back far enough to see his wonderful face.]
But you're here now!
[Which isn't... ideal. It would be better for him to be back home, safe and sound, but as selfish as it is... well, she can't help but to be happy that they're together again. Friends!!!]
[There's something not quite right about that-- both that she said "the longest month" and the way her voice stuttered, but he lets it slide for now. He keeps hold of her waist as he stops spinning, leaning back on his heels and letting her draw away to look at him, smiling almost crookedly up at her.]
[Trust him, Ochako, he is already so much happier to be here than where he was-- wild and wacky he will take any day over dangerous and sexual.]
[Though... ah, maybe that's why he's lost a bit of touch with what is acceptable contact. He shifts abruptly to set her down, keeping his hands on her shoulders to make sure she's steady, smile still firmly on his features.]
Apologies, that was unorthodox of me. [He nudges his glasses back up.] Did-- did you say a month?
[This is definitely a bit more (physical) affection than Iida has ever really shown in the past, but Ochako is far too happy, too excited to just have him here with her to worry about it in the moment. She needs a minute or two to properly process things—or for Iida to, you know, up and apologize for this thing that needs no apology whatsoever?? Such a square! But... the best square, which is why she's still smiling—and sniffling, albeit just barely—when her feet touch solid ground once more.]
Mm!
[A quiet noise of agreement, because she needs a second to swallow, to make sure that she isn't about to up and float away. It's possible, but as she tries to force herself to think about the boring concept that is time... well, it's probably not that likely...]
Or maybe it's been... three weeks? Almost a month, but not really a month, you know? It's hard to keep track, but Deku-kun would— [WHOOPS! Her eyes widen as her hands shoot up to lightly grip Iida's forearms. Sorry about the continued contact, but she can't help herself.] Oh! And Deku-kun is here, too! Have you seen him?
[Have they... run into one another yet? A mystery!]
[No floating. And no crying, ma'am! He tilts his head just so when she gets to explaining, reclaiming his hands from her shoulders to silently count on a few fingers, eyebrows knitting together as she abruptly changes the subject.]
--Ah, is he? [He almost finishes the thought with a relieved "good", but the timelines aren't lining up at all so he's suddenly very self-conscious about bringing up his circumstances prior to here. He smiles again, softer, and shakes his head.]
You are the first familiar face I've found, but I'm sure I'll find him eventually.
[Leave it to Ochako to quickly jump from one thing to the next, especially when she's happier than she's been in... well! A while! But as the initial excitement fades, Ochako—as observant as ever—is quickly getting the sense that something... is a bit off? She doesn't know what, and she doesn't know if it's something huge, but... hmm...
...Hmm. She wants Iida to see Deku again, and vice-versa, but now there's another reason to bring them together. Leave it to Deku to figure things out! To think of solutions to problems that may or may not exist.]
We can look for him together! Because we're sticking together for this, right?
[It's one of those questions that definitely isn't a question, because of course they're sticking side-by-side for the remainder of the evening.]
I think we'll make a great undercover team. We can even think of new names! [She leans in, lowering her voice the tiniest bit.] Secret identities.
[When something seems a little off, what's a girl to do? Get goofy, that's what. Keep the mood as light as possible.]
[Please stop reading him like a book, ma'am. There's a brief moment of tension, where he realizes he's being secretive and she's probably caught him at it, but then she busts full-tilt into secret identities and he doesn't have much of a chance to backpedal and deter her attention.]
[In fact he just kind of gapes at her for so quickly coming up with a ridiculous, and yet so very Ochako plan for the evening that both fits the theme of the evening and keeps him stuck to her, possibly so she can figure out what the heck his malfunction is this time. He exhales on a startled laugh, then, bumping his forehead to hers when she leans close without thinking, and then leans away without moving his feet.]
I've done exactly one undercover mission in my life, and let me tell you, a mustache is not becoming of me at all. [The hidden meaning in his tone positively bleeds thanks for her letting him off the hook for the moment. He'll explain, really he will. Just... not right off the bat.]
[Is she going to be watching him just a bit more closely than usual? Perhaps! Or, well... definitely, but there's also something decidedly fun about this chance to work together like this. A win/win!]
A mustache? [She tilts her head to the side, squinting up at him like she's trying very, very hard to imagine what he'd look like with one—because that's exactly what she's doing. Verdict: eugh. Eugh, a fact she drives home by shaking her head.] No way!
[Sunglasses, she thinks. Huge shades would be the best (re: silliest) possible thing for him, but she keeps that giggle-inducing thought to herself as she gestures down at her dress. Don't ask how much Chroma it cost? It was on sale but it still hurts to think about.]
We're already all dressed up, so our disguises are taken care of. [And thank goodness for that, but as she gives him a quick once-over:] And you know, Iida-kun, you look super nice! I don't think I've seen you all dressed up before, but you seem so... natural? Like you wear this kind of thing all the time!
[Maybe he wears a suit to dinner every night with his family? Is this how the upper crust of society lives????]
[He scrunches his face up in response drawing short little invisible lines just below both of his nostrils, ears going slightly red with embarrassment.]
It was far from my greatest moment.
[He folds his arms behind his back for a moment, rocking onto his toes and back to his heels, humming.]
Call it a side-effect of coming from a long line of Pro Heroes. Many family members hold and attend fancy gatherings, and the attire tends to be more along these lines than casual. [He tugs absently at his collar.] I've grown accustomed to it.
[It makes sense, of course, but—hmm! What must it be like, she wonders, to come from a world where attending ~fancy functions~ is just a normal part of life? If they're all a little similar—which she thinks they have to be—then how long does it take for them to go from being FUN to being... boring...
Well! All the more reason to make this as fun as possible!]
I don't think I'd ever get used to it. Wearing a dress like this makes me feel like I'm super important.
[Because all of this tulle is extravagant, and she can't resist the tiniest of twirls. Please appreciate her.]
So maybe that's my secret identity? I'm from a super rich family, too, and I'm here on vacation wiiiiith— [She looks him up and down, tilting her head to the side as she THINKS.] Are we related? What if we're engaged?
[That sounds... supremely fancy! And a little hilarious, but she's doing her best not to laugh.]
[Okay but are fancy rich people parties ever really fun in the first place. Really. He watches her twirl and immediately gives a standing ovation-- he was already standing, but you know how he is. He claps loudly, to the degree that it draws a few people's attention, and he gives them all a brief glance before stepping closer to her to huddle for her secret identity chatter.]
[And he's all-in for it, smiling and nodding and humming in approval until she gives the suggestion of them being engaged, at which point he proceeds to sputter, his ears turning about the same shade of red as the shirt under his vest and jacket.]
I-it is common, likely, for the betrothed to attend fancy functions together...!
[He's not quite as easy to fluster as Izuku, but it's damn close.]
[Did she know this reaction was likely? Well, of course. She, herself, would probably float away if someone suggested it to her, but as it stands—hey, they're close friends! They're allowed to be silly like this, which is why she doesn't seem, ah, too bothered by it. She's too caught up in imagining their perfect cover—and too busy trying to keep her amusement in check, because really, this is all... too funny...]
Yeah! It can even be an arranged marriage, you know? Our parents run rival companies, but they decided to end the feud by tying both families together forever...
[Or: Someone has been watching too many dramas lately, but. Details.]
[His ears might actually catch fire?? But otherwise he manages to keep relatively cool despite one of his closest friends suggesting they pretend to be betrothed.]
[Or, married and on their honeymoon?? Help him. Disjointedly, he raises one arm and brings it back down, whacking it through the air like he's so prone to, pressing his glasses to his face with his free hand.]
As long as no one goes poisoning themselves over our family's feuds standing in the way of our love, Miss Capulet. [It's an attempt at a joke, probably, but he's also definiely digging his grave deeper making Romeo and Juliet references.]
[Iida the Robot strikes again! Pfft! But her mounting amusement aside, it takes her a second to catch that reference, given that English has never been her, ah, favorite subject. Capulet... family feuds... oh?
...Oh! That definitely earns him an appreciative grin!]
No poisoning. Everyone is really, really glad we're together, because now everyone is twice as rich! And everyone knows that we're happy, and that's the most important thing.
[Because in this AU she's cooking up, of course their families put their happiness over everything else? Good endings only, thanks.]
But I don't think I look like a Juliet. Maybe... a Julie? Julia.
[Iida, please. Help her? She's thinking way too hard about this tiny detail.]
[Iida's probably a big stuffy dingus who knows a lot of old plays and stuff because stuffy rich boy. He probably also only listens to classical music, but we all knew he was square and loved him anyway. It's fine.]
[Her overthinking, though... It's killing him a little because God, he missed her. He smiles hard enough that his eyes crease and his nose crinkles up a little, reaching out to take her hands and squeezing her fingers, idly.]
Twice as rich, and everyone's happy we're happy? Now that truly sounds like a fairly tale. And I think you would make a fine Juliet, but if you'd prefer Julia, I'll adapt.
[Iida grabs her hands and she instantly thinks he's, like, getting into character? Amazing! Or, well... that's what she's going with, anyway, and she can't resist beaming back up at him. It's only been a month for her, but you know, it really did feel like the longest possible month.]
Really? I think you'd make a great Romeo! Maybe even a better Romeo than the real Romeo.
[Because he's her friend and she's totally not biased at all, thanks. He's handsome and smart and funny and everything else! The WORKS! Plus, uh... as her beam turns into a more sheepish sort of smile...]
...And I can't think of a better name. [A hum of consideration, then, before she throws out the first foreign name she thinks of:] R-Roger?
[One day he can tell her that and watch her drift up, up, and away, but for now—the mission! Right!]
Well, my dear Roger... [P-Pfft. Her lips noticeably quirk, but she manages to hold in her giggle as she turns slightly, trying to map out where they are and where they need to go. Hmm.] Why don't we see what the casino looks like? Let's see how many games there are to win!
[Or, well. To lose, but even if she's not planning on playing any games at all because she's #toocheap, saying that out loud just sounds unlucky?]
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for the best boy
But rather than waste time fretting, it's far, far easier to scan the crowd for a familiar face. Deku has to be around here somewhere, so that's honestly who she's looking for as her eyes skip from face to face to—the back of a particularly square-shaped head? An oddly familiar head, one that causes her to involuntarily straighten up.]
...Iida-kun?
[Something she, you know, whispers to herself as she puts two and two together, but it's like saying his name actually helps her make the necessary connection. It should be... impossible; like, he shouldn't be here, but as she watches this person raise a hand to presumably push up a pair of glasses... well! Goodbye, manners; hello, excitement.]
Iida-kun! [And this time she yells his name, ignoring the looks people shoot her way as she a) waves a hand through the air and b) excitedly jumps up and down. Why are other people so TALL? It's not fair!] I-Iida-kun, is that really you?
oh no this is too cute i'm gonna die
[Oh? His fingers are still against the bridge of his glasses as he turns toward the sound of the familiar voice, squinting and peering through the crowd. As he first turns toward the source of the sound, Ochako has landed back on her feet and is nearly out of sight, but then she vaults herself upward again, and Tenya finds himself dumbstruck. That... sure is a familiar brown bob, now isn't it. Could that really be...?]
[He starts a careful stride toward the crowd she's slowly parting with her shouting and her jumping, expression dazed.]
Uraraka-kun?
this thread is going to give us cavities tbh
It's you! [she shouts, leaping up one last time just because she can—and because it's so, so nice to see his face? His very surprised-looking face, and you know, as thrilled as she absolutely is, she still feels a laugh bubbling up inside of her.] It's really, really you!
[But jumping can only do so much? Like, it's all great fun, but what she really wants is to grab his hand, or hug him, or maybe find a way to do both things at the same time. Who knows! She's just so excited, which is why she wastes no time weaving her way through the crowd, ducking around everyone as best she can while she beams back at Iida.]
Iida-kun, I'm so glad!
[And she's coming in HOT, so please, Iida... catch her before she a) trips and/or b) floats right up to the ceiling.]
i got too excited to tag it to change the subject sngjkdfn
Goodness, it's been so long-- [Here, let him just catch her and spin her, once she's in range. He's a little startled, because he's not generally the one to go in for immediate contact, let alone something so unabashedly affectionate, as he spins once and draws her right to his chest, but-- it's Uraraka, he figures. And he hasn't seen her in months.]
LMGFKDGHF can't believe they're going to kill us BOTH
...Until, of course, Iida lifts her right off her feet and spins, a thing that makes her laugh delightedly even as she feels tears prickling in the corners of her eyes. She missed him! She missed him more than she even realized, but as she does her best to wrap her arms around him, it all but hits her like a truck. Maybe it's the moonlacing that makes everything feel so potent... maybe it's just that nice to know that such a familiar, comforting presence is here in this wild and wacky world...]
I know! It's been the longest month, b-but—
[And all of this comes out... rather muffled, thanks to the fact that he's holding her so close, but it's fine? She's fine. She's definitely not about to seriously cry as she places her hands against his chest and tries to, like, lean back far enough to see his wonderful face.]
But you're here now!
[Which isn't... ideal. It would be better for him to be back home, safe and sound, but as selfish as it is... well, she can't help but to be happy that they're together again. Friends!!!]
RIP
[Trust him, Ochako, he is already so much happier to be here than where he was-- wild and wacky he will take any day over dangerous and sexual.]
[Though... ah, maybe that's why he's lost a bit of touch with what is acceptable contact. He shifts abruptly to set her down, keeping his hands on her shoulders to make sure she's steady, smile still firmly on his features.]
Apologies, that was unorthodox of me. [He nudges his glasses back up.] Did-- did you say a month?
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Mm!
[A quiet noise of agreement, because she needs a second to swallow, to make sure that she isn't about to up and float away. It's possible, but as she tries to force herself to think about the boring concept that is time... well, it's probably not that likely...]
Or maybe it's been... three weeks? Almost a month, but not really a month, you know? It's hard to keep track, but Deku-kun would— [WHOOPS! Her eyes widen as her hands shoot up to lightly grip Iida's forearms. Sorry about the continued contact, but she can't help herself.] Oh! And Deku-kun is here, too! Have you seen him?
[Have they... run into one another yet? A mystery!]
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--Ah, is he? [He almost finishes the thought with a relieved "good", but the timelines aren't lining up at all so he's suddenly very self-conscious about bringing up his circumstances prior to here. He smiles again, softer, and shakes his head.]
You are the first familiar face I've found, but I'm sure I'll find him eventually.
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...Hmm. She wants Iida to see Deku again, and vice-versa, but now there's another reason to bring them together. Leave it to Deku to figure things out! To think of solutions to problems that may or may not exist.]
We can look for him together! Because we're sticking together for this, right?
[It's one of those questions that definitely isn't a question, because of course they're sticking side-by-side for the remainder of the evening.]
I think we'll make a great undercover team. We can even think of new names! [She leans in, lowering her voice the tiniest bit.] Secret identities.
[When something seems a little off, what's a girl to do? Get goofy, that's what. Keep the mood as light as possible.]
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[In fact he just kind of gapes at her for so quickly coming up with a ridiculous, and yet so very Ochako plan for the evening that both fits the theme of the evening and keeps him stuck to her, possibly so she can figure out what the heck his malfunction is this time. He exhales on a startled laugh, then, bumping his forehead to hers when she leans close without thinking, and then leans away without moving his feet.]
I've done exactly one undercover mission in my life, and let me tell you, a mustache is not becoming of me at all. [The hidden meaning in his tone positively bleeds thanks for her letting him off the hook for the moment. He'll explain, really he will. Just... not right off the bat.]
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A mustache? [She tilts her head to the side, squinting up at him like she's trying very, very hard to imagine what he'd look like with one—because that's exactly what she's doing. Verdict: eugh. Eugh, a fact she drives home by shaking her head.] No way!
[Sunglasses, she thinks. Huge shades would be the best (re: silliest) possible thing for him, but she keeps that giggle-inducing thought to herself as she gestures down at her dress. Don't ask how much Chroma it cost? It was on sale but it still hurts to think about.]
We're already all dressed up, so our disguises are taken care of. [And thank goodness for that, but as she gives him a quick once-over:] And you know, Iida-kun, you look super nice! I don't think I've seen you all dressed up before, but you seem so... natural? Like you wear this kind of thing all the time!
[Maybe he wears a suit to dinner every night with his family? Is this how the upper crust of society lives????]
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It was far from my greatest moment.
[He folds his arms behind his back for a moment, rocking onto his toes and back to his heels, humming.]
Call it a side-effect of coming from a long line of Pro Heroes. Many family members hold and attend fancy gatherings, and the attire tends to be more along these lines than casual. [He tugs absently at his collar.] I've grown accustomed to it.
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Well! All the more reason to make this as fun as possible!]
I don't think I'd ever get used to it. Wearing a dress like this makes me feel like I'm super important.
[Because all of this tulle is extravagant, and she can't resist the tiniest of twirls. Please appreciate her.]
So maybe that's my secret identity? I'm from a super rich family, too, and I'm here on vacation wiiiiith— [She looks him up and down, tilting her head to the side as she THINKS.] Are we related? What if we're engaged?
[That sounds... supremely fancy! And a little hilarious, but she's doing her best not to laugh.]
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[And he's all-in for it, smiling and nodding and humming in approval until she gives the suggestion of them being engaged, at which point he proceeds to sputter, his ears turning about the same shade of red as the shirt under his vest and jacket.]
I-it is common, likely, for the betrothed to attend fancy functions together...!
[He's not quite as easy to fluster as Izuku, but it's damn close.]
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Yeah! It can even be an arranged marriage, you know? Our parents run rival companies, but they decided to end the feud by tying both families together forever...
[Or: Someone has been watching too many dramas lately, but. Details.]
Oh! What if this is our honeymoon?
i'm going to die over this thread
[Or, married and on their honeymoon?? Help him. Disjointedly, he raises one arm and brings it back down, whacking it through the air like he's so prone to, pressing his glasses to his face with his free hand.]
As long as no one goes poisoning themselves over our family's feuds standing in the way of our love, Miss Capulet. [It's an attempt at a joke, probably, but he's also definiely digging his grave deeper making Romeo and Juliet references.]
they're CUTE
...Oh! That definitely earns him an appreciative grin!]
No poisoning. Everyone is really, really glad we're together, because now everyone is twice as rich! And everyone knows that we're happy, and that's the most important thing.
[Because in this AU she's cooking up, of course their families put their happiness over everything else? Good endings only, thanks.]
But I don't think I look like a Juliet. Maybe... a Julie? Julia.
[Iida, please. Help her? She's thinking way too hard about this tiny detail.]
i'm dEAD
[Her overthinking, though... It's killing him a little because God, he missed her. He smiles hard enough that his eyes crease and his nose crinkles up a little, reaching out to take her hands and squeezing her fingers, idly.]
Twice as rich, and everyone's happy we're happy? Now that truly sounds like a fairly tale. And I think you would make a fine Juliet, but if you'd prefer Julia, I'll adapt.
[A beat.]
Though quite honestly, I am absolutely no Romeo.
this thread is chicken soup for the soul tbh
Really? I think you'd make a great Romeo! Maybe even a better Romeo than the real Romeo.
[Because he's her friend and she's totally not biased at all, thanks. He's handsome and smart and funny and everything else! The WORKS! Plus, uh... as her beam turns into a more sheepish sort of smile...]
...And I can't think of a better name. [A hum of consideration, then, before she throws out the first foreign name she thinks of:] R-Roger?
oh man now i want chicken soup
I suppose Roger and Julia sound innocuous enough, yes. Then, where does this adventure start, miss Julia?
mails u some
Well, my dear Roger... [P-Pfft. Her lips noticeably quirk, but she manages to hold in her giggle as she turns slightly, trying to map out where they are and where they need to go. Hmm.] Why don't we see what the casino looks like? Let's see how many games there are to win!
[Or, well. To lose, but even if she's not planning on playing any games at all because she's #toocheap, saying that out loud just sounds unlucky?]
bless u
[He snickers a bit, himself, and follows her line of sight out to the casino.]
I didn't know you were the gambling type, my sweet Julia. [This is preposterous.]