[ When Byleth calls his rolls, Yuri idly observes the other players. One in particular seems skeptical, watching the mercenary very intently... But his unflinching expression ultimately seems to pass muster. Very few had Byleth's resting poker face, and fewer still were accustomed to trying to read such a person.
Yuri thinks he's bluffing, but he has lived in close quarters with the man since he got here. He'd better be able to tell...or rather, reasonably assume. Because there remains the chance he's wrong just the same.
That's the power of Byleth's :|
The next to roll is a woman who very overtly shakes her bosom in as distracting a manner as she can as she shakes the cup and slaps it down. She peers at her dice with an exaggerated imitation of being covert, and following this performance, declares three fives.
Yuri's sharp glance flicks toward his comrades in this venture, unconvinced three dice match there... But there's obviously an act going on at the same time. They'd best watch this one. ]
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Yuri thinks he's bluffing, but he has lived in close quarters with the man since he got here. He'd better be able to tell...or rather, reasonably assume. Because there remains the chance he's wrong just the same.
That's the power of Byleth's :|
The next to roll is a woman who very overtly shakes her bosom in as distracting a manner as she can as she shakes the cup and slaps it down. She peers at her dice with an exaggerated imitation of being covert, and following this performance, declares three fives.
Yuri's sharp glance flicks toward his comrades in this venture, unconvinced three dice match there... But there's obviously an act going on at the same time. They'd best watch this one. ]