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“Wanna play 20 questions?”

“Absolutely not.”

There is quite literally nothing you can do to pass the time until Madam Jade can come and retrieve you two. You huff, becoming increasingly frustrated with the stifling heat the closeness of bodies have caused in this cramped storage closet. The past five minutes have been nothing but a blur, trying to stay out of sight of the overwhelming number of warlords prowling the area. You can’t just come out of hiding— if you even could— to face them. They would easily overpower you two in numbers. Which… somehow… prompted the dilemma you now face. You would have laughed how cliche this all was if you weren’t desperately trying to remain poised. To seem unbothered.

To seem totally unaffected by the way his breath brushes against your nape. Or how his obnoxious cologne permeates the air just subtly. Or how his chest is centimeters away from pressing against your back.

But the gambler, little to your own knowledge isn’t faring much better. He’s just glad the darkness of the space conceals the flush on his face that he considers unsightly.