I don't need to be the life of the party if I'm the one planning it.
[ Kaz shrugs it off; he knows where his strengths are. Plan it, execute. Leave the crowing and obscene drinking to people like Jesper, who tends to draw the spotlight. ]
So what do you intend to do? Attempt to fall through every mirror you see here?
[ The worst of this is that he can tell this guy's probably his best bet at figuring anything out--not via resources, but it pays to have someone close to you that instills fear in people so you can do whatever the fuck you want, like try to get home.
His hands do dig out of his pockets to cross his arms. He tries not to read too much in to his own body language, always perpetually stopped, too tall and constantly aware of it. ]
First comes understanding how this place works, and after that playing around with circumstances until I get them right. [ He wonders if Kaz cares about the minute details. He decides he probably doesn't. ] I figured I'd just grab a bunch of cash somehow and hole up until I do, hence the card games.
[ He eyes the other, trying to keep his voice casual and devoid of the annoyance he felt previously. ]
So, I can return all that money I grifted from you since you caught me and just try somewhere else. Like, say, a rival's place? [ You let him go, Kaz, and he'll fuck someone else over, no harm no foul. ]
[ While he doesn't know the details, he's a planner down to his very core. This exchange started out in his mind as going very different; he can't say he's disappointed by what it's turned into. With what Quentin's given him, he's forming another option that could do them both favors. ]
Grift too much and you're going to end up caught sooner or later. Every gambling hall here is full of people with fast hands like me and you; they'll be looking for it. [ Kaz lays this out conversationally, expression soon going shrewd. Scheming face? Scheming face. ]
I've a better proposal: I'll keep you busy, paid, and housed. Even if you're a maybe Grisha, I have use for skills like that.
[ Quentin's fairly easy to read--his face twists up, because hey, he's never had to 'grift,' thanks, he's fairly privileged--and he shoves his hands in his pockets, unable to help himself: ]
So, what, is this the part where I have to sign a contract? I'm fresh out of souls to barter.
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[ Does he have a plan for that? Signs are pointing to "no". ]
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[ Kaz shrugs it off; he knows where his strengths are. Plan it, execute. Leave the crowing and obscene drinking to people like Jesper, who tends to draw the spotlight. ]
So what do you intend to do? Attempt to fall through every mirror you see here?
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His hands do dig out of his pockets to cross his arms. He tries not to read too much in to his own body language, always perpetually stopped, too tall and constantly aware of it. ]
First comes understanding how this place works, and after that playing around with circumstances until I get them right. [ He wonders if Kaz cares about the minute details. He decides he probably doesn't. ] I figured I'd just grab a bunch of cash somehow and hole up until I do, hence the card games.
[ He eyes the other, trying to keep his voice casual and devoid of the annoyance he felt previously. ]
So, I can return all that money I grifted from you since you caught me and just try somewhere else. Like, say, a rival's place? [ You let him go, Kaz, and he'll fuck someone else over, no harm no foul. ]
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Grift too much and you're going to end up caught sooner or later. Every gambling hall here is full of people with fast hands like me and you; they'll be looking for it. [ Kaz lays this out conversationally, expression soon going shrewd. Scheming face? Scheming face. ]
I've a better proposal: I'll keep you busy, paid, and housed. Even if you're a maybe Grisha, I have use for skills like that.
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So, what, is this the part where I have to sign a contract? I'm fresh out of souls to barter.
[ That's a yes. ]