[all right. you know what will be fun this morning. gambling. he wants to spin some gatchas today, and so he shall.
...so he'll just... look over his stuff over breakfast in the dining room, because there's lots of layers here. Like, the fucking cardboard cutout? What does he even do with a cardboard cutout of a dead man. I mean, aside from put it somewhere that isn't staring at him while he eats. At least there's no mapo tofu here, god damn.
...he's looking at the VHS tape almost less because it's suspicious as fuck and more because... uh...]
...what an ancient friggin' relic. Tapus on toast.
[...so with breakfast eaten, he just... finds himself trying to figure out the day here. He's not really sure what he wants to do. He doesn't like board games, and man, is he ever missing vidya games. What he wouldn't do to have one of the Wii Us pop out of the machine... so, well, he does end up heading to the music room, where he just kind of... fiddles around. Not with fiddles, mind, but he more or less plays around with piano chords in the fashion of someone who likes to listen to music and has some understanding of the theory but has never actually taken a lesson in his fucking life.
Later on in the day, given the meeting yesterday, he kind of wants to check in with Noir, so he'll head on over to the conference room and begin writing on the chalkboard.]
PAGING CHALKBOARD GHOST
...so he'll just... look over his stuff over breakfast in the dining room, because there's lots of layers here. Like, the fucking cardboard cutout? What does he even do with a cardboard cutout of a dead man. I mean, aside from put it somewhere that isn't staring at him while he eats. At least there's no mapo tofu here, god damn.
...he's looking at the VHS tape almost less because it's suspicious as fuck and more because... uh...]
...what an ancient friggin' relic. Tapus on toast.
[...so with breakfast eaten, he just... finds himself trying to figure out the day here. He's not really sure what he wants to do. He doesn't like board games, and man, is he ever missing vidya games. What he wouldn't do to have one of the Wii Us pop out of the machine... so, well, he does end up heading to the music room, where he just kind of... fiddles around. Not with fiddles, mind, but he more or less plays around with piano chords in the fashion of someone who likes to listen to music and has some understanding of the theory but has never actually taken a lesson in his fucking life.
Later on in the day, given the meeting yesterday, he kind of wants to check in with Noir, so he'll head on over to the conference room and begin writing on the chalkboard.]
yo noir what's up. it's your boy guzma.