#↳ tag pending ⇾ undetermined v. jesper

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↳ inej ghafa ⇾ @myricds​  ⇾  (c)

Unease and restlessness creep into his bones, anxiety buzzes to life under his skin and forces him to shift his weight from foot to foot. Jesper isn’t sure what the hell compelled him to say anything in the first place, he never did know when to keep his mouth shut - or when to give up. His love/hate relationship with the gambling halls of Ketterdam is no secret, but he realizes a second too late that now wasn’t the time to joke about it.

“No.”

When he says it he almost believes it because really there shouldn’t be a problem. If anything this job should keep him out of the halls and put enough money in his pocket to pay off his debts. But this conversation has him itching to escape, to lose himself in the thrill of a game. If this job went the way it should he’d have nothing to worry about. His fingers brush the handles of his guns before coming to rest on top of them. He’s flooded with dread at the possibility things could go south, that if he didn’t end up dead on this job he’d have to face everyone he owed money to empty handed.

“I won’t be the one who ruins this job for us.”