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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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Comments

[cultfavorite]

I'm two or three years older than you!

[FLUSTERED...he doesn't even have a strong concept of daddy kink, and it definitely doesn't apply to him on either side of the equation, but there is still something about her saying that! He misses this shot!]

[fujimaru]

Ah, it's my turn now.

[ She's unrepentant about it, stepping up to the table to study the current layout. There's one shot she can possibly make, and she's careful about lining it up. Sometimes you take advantage of something without giving it much serious thought about how else it could be interpreted. On some level she realizes, but she hasn't yet connected it consciously to the moment. ]

[cultfavorite]

I see you already have the psychological component of this game down pat. I don't actually believe you anymore that you'd be bad at poker.

[SHE COULD JUST CALL EVERYONE ELSE AT THE TABLE DADDY AND]

[fujimaru]

[ She laughs at that, pausing to concentrate on her shot, sinking one more ball. HaHA. ]

I know a little bit about trashtalking. That doesn't really save me in poker.

[cultfavorite]

It could if you did it aggressively enough, I'm sure. But maybe not. You could apply it to golf instead.

[It's time to make golf more interesting!]

[fujimaru]

I feel like trashtalking too much in golf would be dangerous... you're swinging those clubs a lot harder than any force you put on a pool cue.

[ She's pretty sure she would get clobbered for it, knowing the people whom she might have played golf with back home. ]

[cultfavorite]

Wait until we play darts next. You'd better be careful about calling me your daddy then.

[As if he could throw a dart with any kind of dangerous intent and not completely fail. Even his Pokeball throwing is pretty much on the least impressive possible level for throwing a Pokeball. He's not shit compared to the guys in Galar.]

[fujimaru]

Wooow, is that a threat? Kya, kya, help, police.

[ They can wrap up this pool game (he wins) and move onto darts.

Where she will 100% kick his ass. ]