[Well that's not ominous at all. Fiddleford hasn't had time to actually check out the casino (and proper gambling is a sin anyway so he didn't plan to), which means he's now stuck in a dark and unfamiliar room waiting for something totally unknown to pop out of the corner and say hi.
Great. He fiddles nervously with the cuffs of his green plaid suit and scuffs one (bare) foot against the floor. Usually when a spotlight comes up there's already something there to illuminate. This is... he doesn't like this. Especially not the weird sounds from outside the ring of light.]
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Great. He fiddles nervously with the cuffs of his green plaid suit and scuffs one (bare) foot against the floor. Usually when a spotlight comes up there's already something there to illuminate. This is... he doesn't like this. Especially not the weird sounds from outside the ring of light.]
What was that?