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ohh.  you have tattoos.  * and all first meeting awkwardness seems to dissipate,  liang lifting the other’s forearm closer to his face *  so many!  it must’ve hurt,  no?  * he glances up to the other with a grin before back down to observe the ink *  do they mean anything?  

"⠀⠀liang.   pleasure's mine.⠀⠀"  he repeats,  standing and setting down his smoking pipe to shake his hand firmly,  tight smile of his own appearing briefly.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@caesarmercator 

liang.  you can call me liang.  everyone does.  * a professional smile,  bright  &  smile,  and not once does his gaze let up on the other.  but a hand is offered,  so perhaps that’s his own scrutinisation over *  pleasure to meet you. 

" / i / am overexaggerating ? pfft, as if. i was considering letting you win since you're cute but you really forced my hand out here." with this said, the sea rover slams onto the table his second to last card. "your turn, big boy."

"⠀⠀you're overexaggerating.   ego got hurt 'cause i told you to focus on the game?⠀⠀"
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@nostrumriga 

"⠀⠀hurts me to keep a lady waiting,  truly.⠀⠀"
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@femmeitae 

very funny,  vallois.

"⠀⠀see you there.   or not.⠀⠀"
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@femmeitae