Armand takes in the truly abhorrent garish bananas of his nightmares and instantly decides he's going to win Daniel at least three of them. "Hold this, please," he says with a fang-filled grin, draping his suit jacket over Daniel's arm as he approaches the game in a casual stroll, like this is nothing to him.
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Date: 2024-08-28 02:30 am (UTC)"Three plays for a dollar?" the man offers.
Armand merely blinks until the man holds out the rings to toss, strangely forgetting the concept of accepting payment at all. "I'd like to win your largest banana. Many of them." With a fiendish smile, he casts his gaze over his shoulder to Daniel. "My fiancé can't get enough of them. He's such a stickler for potassium," he says, using his power to throw the first ring on the highest rung. "Can't stop wrapping his mouth around them." The second hits its mark. "Insatiable, he is."
And there goes the third.