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[finalgambit]

I’ll make it nice eventually.

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[finalgambit]

I'm afraid I don't know you well enough to wager a guess. All I can do is make a counter-offer if I don't think what you're asking is reasonable. I'm all ears though. I want to know what you want from me. [ he smirks. ] I'm here to help, remember~

[chanceawager]

Are you.

[Reverse looks Gambler up and down, an assessing look. Almost like he's looking for something.

And then his lip briefly curls]

I doubt you have anything I would want from you, Spark. Besides, I have my own if I want to play boring little card games.

[finalgambit]

I take care of whoever takes care of me. And you don't know that~ [ he laughs. ] Boring? I don't do boring. I bet your own little stooge is boring. And that's assuming that you're not lying simply to try to save face.

[chanceawager]

[a smile, showing a hint of fang]

I've no reason to lie. And it doesn't matter if he's boring as long as he's useful.

[he gives the Obverse's body a sudden, swift kick]

You can wake up now, I'm growing tired of your little friend.

[wagerachance]

[the Obverse's body convulses oddly for a moment before he springs up, eyes wide in surprise]

- oh! Well, that hasn't happened before.

[finalgambit]

[ his eyes flit to obverse in concern as he wakes up. it swiftly twists into something more devilish as he fixes the lapels of his suit, trying to subtly convey his motive… he’s got the gun in his pocket, and he’d like another bullet added to it. why not test reverses’ luck together~ ]

[chanceawager]

[he gives Obverse a look of disgust, stepping back and away]

If you're done being dramatic, I've more important things to attend to.

Do explain to your new friend that playing with me is more than just a gamble, hm?

[another fangy smile in Aventurine's direction, before he disappears with the faint noise of casino chips clacking together]

[wagerachance]

[Obverse says nothing until Reverse disappears]

Ahhh, now I'm going to owe him. Unfortunate.

[wagerachance]

—Gambler! Apologies for the scare, I usually don't lose, you see.

[finalgambit]

I don’t lose either… [ not when it matters anyway. ] Didn’t take the hint… we could have had him owing the two of us. [ he tsks, a little disappointed he couldn’t put a bullet in reverse’s head. ] Who is his stooge, hm… it’s a ‘he’. [ since he let that slip. ]

[wagerachance]

[he reaches up to fix his hair - the hole in his head is still there and curiously, he pokes at it]

This will take a while . . . Having him owe you can backfire too. It's better to keep your distance from him. All risk and no reward.

[finalgambit]

[ he sets a hand on his shoulder and tugs him backward, straight into himself. he swats at the hand that's being used to pick his brain, quite literally, and purrs into his ear. ] Shhhh. How about you stop thinking for a moment. That's bound to make this worse. Sit. [ he steers him back toward his seat. ] Let me take care of this for you. As best I can. I am a bit responsible.

[wagerachance]

[he does go with the tug, but then gently extracts himself to step back, chuckling]

There's nothing to take care of. It will likely heal on it's own. Probably, at least!

But I do think that's a fine place to end our first meeting, yes? I have some cleaning to do.

[finalgambit]

[ he lifts his hands up. ] If you say so, then I’ll take my leave.

[wagerachance]

[he hums and gestures over to the room that's now Gambler's] Of course, and remember: make yourself at home.

And thank you for the thrilling game, Gambler. We'll have to do it again sometime.

[finalgambit]

Of course. [ he gives him a wave and leaves for his room. ]