hotel: molly

[shaft]

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[shaft]

Me neither.

[ He lies like a liar, taking a seat. ]

We can find out together.

[headmt]

[ Also taking a seat then, like he's got a choice. Crossing one leg over the other, observing the board. ]

That so? In that case, we'll just make up some rules. Just someone has to win, right?

[shaft]

Are you good at coming up with rules on the fly? Seems like a lot of work.

There's probably a rulebook.

[headmt]

Oh. Who cares about official rules. And reading.

[ what if the new rule is whoever eats the most pieces wins. ]

[shaft]

... All right. [ He picks up a pawn. ] Open wide.

[headmt]

[ this is punishment for stealing his underwear in another universe. ]



[ but he's stubborn so he'll just do it. opening his mouth. ]

[shaft]

[ He smiles and tosses the piece at Molly's face.

Aiming for his forehead. ]

[headmt]

It hits him right between the eyebrows and he flinches just a little. ]

Oi-- I got shot earlier already, don't make it worse on my head ...

[shaft]

Oh. [ He does feel bad. ] You were in the gun room?

[headmt]

Don't start-- [ Flicking pieces off the board, sending them scattering off to the corners of the room. ] Don't start actually feeling bad for horseplay. Yeah, I was in the gun room. It was fine. Nothing permanent.

[shaft]

[ He watches the pieces scatter. ]

Alright. Are we on a treasure hunt?