[ there's a smile on atsuhiro's face, genuine, but perhaps a little murky in its interpretation. a keen eye, much like the doe-wide ones across from him, is likely to catch amusement, curiosity, and something a little more sly behind it. but already two drinks and two wins deep, atsuhiro isn't in a particularly mischievous or vengeful mood. no, this time, he's genuinely surprised at the confidence of a man who somehow managed to scrape together chips enough to enter the high rollers area despite being a face he's never seen here before. and he'd recognize a face like this—or at the very least such a questionable coif.
not that a man voluntarily dressed in a brown plaid suit has much room to judge another's taste. ]
A man betting something other than chips is either looking for companionship or information. I get the feeling you're looking for the latter, so... I'll bite. If you win, I'll answer three questions. [ he props his chin in his left hand, a small sliver of metal peeking between his glove and sleeve, glinting in the faint ambient lighting. ] What are you willing to bet in return?
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[ there's a smile on atsuhiro's face, genuine, but perhaps a little murky in its interpretation. a keen eye, much like the doe-wide ones across from him, is likely to catch amusement, curiosity, and something a little more sly behind it. but already two drinks and two wins deep, atsuhiro isn't in a particularly mischievous or vengeful mood. no, this time, he's genuinely surprised at the confidence of a man who somehow managed to scrape together chips enough to enter the high rollers area despite being a face he's never seen here before. and he'd recognize a face like this—or at the very least such a questionable coif.
not that a man voluntarily dressed in a brown plaid suit has much room to judge another's taste. ]
A man betting something other than chips is either looking for companionship or information. I get the feeling you're looking for the latter, so... I'll bite. If you win, I'll answer three questions. [ he props his chin in his left hand, a small sliver of metal peeking between his glove and sleeve, glinting in the faint ambient lighting. ] What are you willing to bet in return?