[Field Trip] How About a Game of Poker? [Nightstripe]

The crowd in the upper deck was fun, but the sun was starting to make her headache worse so she definitely had to slip away to head for the lower decks. Besides, she wanted to find the casino. She needed to know what's a casino like in a fancy ship!

And she wanted to troll someone in a game of poker.

Coursing through carpeted hallways, Mizuko looked around for whatever sign or map that can lead her to her target destination. She was looking around probably a bit too much, not even realizing she was going to bump a person on the next turn she was going to make.

She was wearing a translucent tank top over a blue bikini top, and then a pair of thigh-short jeans. It probably didn't help that she forgot to take off her sunglasses, so when she fell to the floor, most likely over a person, her sunglasses would fall as well, destroyed.

She never would've guessed that that person was going to be Wesker though. Falling over, blinking to snap herself out, she slowly realized that she just crashed onto him. "Senpai...?" And then she quickly threw herself off of him, landing on her butt due to panicking, because that was just damn embarrassing. "Uh... So you're here too...?"
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Mizuko regarded his gloved hand for a couple of seconds more, even making a weirded face before taking it to pull herself up, and taking back her now-useless glasses.

"Quit joking! It was an a-accident... Gomennasai..."

She pulled her hand away and her eyes trailed away unconsciously. Wesker can be such a tease, and she didn't know how to take it well whenever it happens. After all, he was a role model she looked up to, one she thought was full of elegance.

"You don't have to replace them, Senpai. I'm at fault here after all." She sighed. She could feel some throbbing on her temples again, but being inside the ship rather than being on the top deck seemed to be helping to keep it down. Finally, she looked at him again. Her face was strained because of the small pain, but concern dominated her eyes. "Are you okay though?"
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When Wesker chuckled, Mizuko instantly frowned suspiciously. He was not on guard at all, to the point that his thoughts were TOO vulnerable, and Mizuko would hear them without even trying. Her face brightened to a deep shade of crimson. Suddenly, she became too conscious of her outfit, and wondered if she could run back to her room to put on more clothes. But it was so damn hot, she'd kill herself if she wears anything more.

"I... I'm fine. I'm glad we're both okay," she answered. But her voice was slightly cracking. She was obviously not okay, she was embarrassed. Very embarrassed. But Wesker probably shouldn't know she can read minds. Ever. What would happen if he figured she heard what he just thought of??

She made a quick attempt to compose herself again. She was looking for a game of poker, she should probably start practicing on her poker face.

Her poker face, however, wasn't blank. Rather, it was a small smile that one would never know what meant. It wasn't bright, it wasn't teasing, not cheery, not giddy, not confident. It was a smile with no meaning. Sadly, she couldn't get rid of the red shade that tinted her cheeks.

"I was looking for the casino. This place can't not have one, right? I wanna play poker. I can play anywhere with anyone but I want to play in the right atmosphere," she explained. She turned left and right. They were on an intersection between hallways, and she didn't know where to go next. "Hnn... Not sure where it is," she sighed and shrugged, before turning to Wesker again. Dammit, looking straight at him made her knees weak. "What about you, senpai? Where were you going?"
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"I'm not hiding anything..." she said, but while doing so, she was unable to look Wesker in the eyes. Anybody who knew how to read body language would know she wasn't telling the truth. She was not very vulnerable to mind reading, yes, but she was too bad at lying that nobody needed to read her mind anyway.

She pouted. "Even if I were. I won't tell you what it is."

She crossed her arms over her chest. She looked at the directions on her right and left again, before deciding she was going right. "How about you occupy yourself with poker?" At that moment, Mizuko was able to get back a confident smile. She uncrossed her arms and smirked at Wesker. "Do you know how to play, Senpai? Five-card draw. We can place bets. If I win... you're gonna have to tell me why you're always wearing gloves."

It was probably trivial to others, but Mizuko knew there was something to that mystery. And she was curious. "What do you think?"
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Mizuko immediately took one step back when Wesker started looking at her with that weird stare. It was as if she just walked into some predator's lair, and she was the prey. At least, that's what her upperclassman's eyes made her feel.

She tried to get back her composure again, though it looked more or less forced. She leaned closer and gave a sharp stare right into Wesker's own. "Senpai, would you please stop looking at me like that?" She couldn't stop herself from slipping into Japanese, as it seemed. "Well, what do you want from me if you win?" He was confident, too confident, which actually made her want to mess with him through the game.

Butwhywerehisthoughtssoreadable was he doing it on purpose?? It took a lot of effort for Mizuko to stop herself from just suddenly telling him to stop thinking of lewd things because she can hear them.

"It... It won't be fair if I myself choose what to give you if I lose. So think about it on your own, s-senpai." She broke their stare, and began walking to the stairs to the deck below them. "Besides, I bet you won't win." At that, she glanced back at him briefly, smirking a little.
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