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[isdf]

HELLO

"Greetings. This is Kisaragi Yuma."

GOODBYE

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[ordimame]

[I AM FREE TO TAG THIS NOW THAT MY INBOX IS UNDER CONTROL]

[watching him flop on Yuma, one brow raised]

You never have money because you blew it all betting on air races.

[Edamura also does not have money]

[selfconcept]

"Okay, but... you have to admit. The chances of Relish Cake winning were really high."

[ no they weren't

just fuckin gives cars random ass names like horses ]

[ordimame]

[in this hypothetical universe where they're all gambling addicts in massive debt the cars and airplanes do have random ass names]

The odds were 3:1. You weren't going to win that in a million years.

[selfconcept]

"No, I'd just have to--"

[ Wait. ]

"Damn, I can't go to other possible ones... To think I could have cheated."

[ He clicks his tongue. ]

"I'm feeling lucky today though."

[ no!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

[ordimame]

[yes!!!!!!]

Feeling lucky how? What are you going to wager when you're flat ass broke?

[it is spoken more curiously than judgmentally, though]

[selfconcept]

"I dunno... maybe I'll pick some coins off the street or in the casino... People are drunk, so they must have dropped at least some, right?"

[ordimame]

. . . probably. Do you think any bookie worth their salt is going to let you place bets with spare change, though?

[selfconcept]

"I can just bet again and again to get more. Maybe I should play roulette..."

[ordimame]

[IDLY]

Do you ever think that we should quit?

[selfconcept]

"No."

[ Immediate response. HIS GAMBLING ADDICTION!! HIS GACHA!!!! ]

1/2

[ordimame]

Yeah, me neither.

[and in the same breath, Edamura finally tugs one of the random hallway doors open, filling the quiet air with the dulcet tones of someone-- of several someones-- moaning and crying out in pleasurable delight]

[ordimame]

[he immediately slams the door shut again]

[isdf]

[Goodness.]

[ordimame]

[no door is safe]

[selfconcept]

"Oh, wow. I didn't think I would ever see someone contort like that. Probably took out a page from Kama Sutra."

[ordimame]

. . . don't speculate about their sex life! It's rude. That sort of thing should be private.

[spoken with a mildly flustered grumble]

[selfconcept]

"Is it really speculating when it was right there."

[ Is it? ]

[ordimame]

[well. technically not, he guesses??]

Let's just-- move on, okay?

[briskly walking down the hallway to get away from the very occupied, very much in use room]

[selfconcept]

[ He just pats Edamura's back. Poor guy. ]

[ordimame]

[he brings this on himself. . . he's so stupid. . .]

[pontifica]

[ damn imagine being broke af

anyway lemuen merely watches the boys flop on each other on the bed, her smile bright as always. also let's just say the suspicious red scarf is draped across her lap. ]

That was still fun, wasn't it? Perhaps a little too fun for my own good... I don't even want to think of how much money I'd spent if it even mattered in the long run.

[ordimame]

[. . . scooting a little closer to her! because he is deadass in love with her this thread and he WILL be weird about it]

It was. . . kinda fun

[KINDA]

I could've gone without the giant capsule, though.

[pontifica]

[ tfw you cant even scoot away bc you're stuck in this wheelchair, help ]

I think the giant capsule is a nice cherry on top for today's adventures. Besides, if it weren't for me, it could've been a lot worse, you know?

[ordimame]

[I'M SORRY, LEMUEN]

Your luck was pretty impressive. . . it almost makes me jealous.

[why can't he have that luck to pay back all of his (nonexistent) gambling debts]