♤ Aventurine ♤

Time for a few rounds of roulette. If anyone needs him, he'll be stirring up trouble at the local casino~

Or cheap, apparently, but Aventurine had money to spare. Time was a different matter.

"If you're that keen to kill time, why not join me for a bit of gambling?" he offered suddenly, pushing himself off the wall again. "I can give you a taste of the VIP experience~"

"That's the problem."

Aventurine leaned his shoulder against the wall next to Boothill, mimicking the Ranger's crossed arms.

"You've taken out enough IPC targets that a lot of them are keeping their heads low. Coaxing scared rabbits out of their cozy little holes isn't easy."

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"Just waiting on a few leads to pay off and lying low in the meantime. Oswaldo's not the only one who'd come after me if our little deal got found out."

One fine eyebrow raises at that, and his head tilts with a sly grin.

"Oh~? If I didn't know better, I'd almost say you were worried about me."

Good thing he did know better.

... Didn't he?

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"It's hardly bonding wh-"

He pauses.

"Actually, on second thought, you might have a point. Maybe."

Those sharp teeth... He felt a tickle along his spine, but hid it with a wink and a flourish.

"Hey now, you know me better than that, don't you~? I only swindle rich tenderfoots."

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"Tender... feet...?"

"By the Amber Lord, do NOT expose Quinn to this level of brain rot... Besides, I think I'll be living 'Escape from Skibidi Toilet' for the rest of my life."

😔

Donning his trademark smirk and walking over to the Ranger.

"Schemes, as per usual~."

"Deal."

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"That's the worst thing I've ever seen."

"What the rizz is a Skibidi Toilet 'hero'?"

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Did you miss me~?

Who could blame her, after all, with eyes like his?

"Right. Here on official IPC business, of course~. The rooms you'll be looking for are 666 and 667."

Once again, he'd need all the luck he could get - though, once again, he wouldn't be staying in the lucky-numbered room.

And yet here he was, doing the very opposite. As much as he told himself it was for Quinn's safety, there was no forgiving himself for his chosen method.

The sound of her energetic voice stirred him out of his haze, looking up in time to meet the receptionist's gaze. She quickly recognised him.

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of Quinn at his side, but even that came with a painful sting - he had manipulated her into bringing him along, lied to her, exploited her emotions and feelings. Not so long ago, a stranger named Acheron had encouraged him to earn his place by the side of his family's ghosts.

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There were memories here he wanted to cast away and be rid of. Some of them had brought him hope, and some had brought him opportunities, but the thought of stepping back into the dream where he had tried to lose his greatest gamble chilled him to his core.

His only comfort was the presence

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On the other hand, Aventurine would have been happy to wait another few months, perhaps even another few years, before setting foot back in Penacony. It's grandeur had done little to impress him the first time, but now the massive hotel felt more like a prison than ever.

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Oh...? That's... almost kind of sweet... Tries very hard to not move as he sets down his phone.

♣️ Sorry for the disappearance, just wanted to take a bit of an rp vacation for a couple of weeks but I'll be getting back into the rhythm of things soon!

♣️ OOPS

"Boothill-!?"

@loadedgun.bsky.social
@idolaharmonia.bsky.social

Pretty sure my other moots have already been tagged!

Of all the people in the cosmos...

♣️ It doesn't make any sense either?????

He gingerly takes the container.

"Thanks. Also, I'd... appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about... this."

He gestures to his entire self. Milk dribbles and all.

"Could be bad for my already terrible reputation, you know."

Face in palm.

"Does that even make any sense...?"

@bornleader.bsky.social

Aventurine watches her carefully through his rose-tinted glasses, trying to get a read on her, absently twirling a poker chip between his fingers. An interesting type with a strong air of assurance.

Donning his usual easy smirk, he approaches her.

Maybe not tactful, but definitely creative. Aventurine is quietly impressed.

Or he would be if he wasn't busy being horrified by his own face. The watery eyes made his bright irises almost terrifying.

"... Ah. Ok, yeah, that's... that's pretty awful. I need a shower. And new clothes..."