( … right. there’s rules to these things, aren’t there. a quick glance at the dealer and their withering glare sort of answers the question on its own, but that isn’t the point— it’s the second part of his question that he wanted the answer to, and esi’s reluctance said enough there, too. fine. he signals to the dealer that he wants to double down, then, and as the increase to his wager— he tosses that all-too-familiar book down on the table. though the other patrons are dubious as to its value, there’s something inherent to it being an item not of the casino, and that’s enough to dispel any argument against it.
the part that kirma didn’t account for was the dealer passing him a 4. here is where things start to go wrong. kirma’s failing at the card tables isn’t his luck, but his inability to hide it; at seeing the number (or more accurately, counting the symbols on the card), his ears and tail both shoot up straight, eyes wide. clearly, it’s either very good, or very bad. no in-between. )
Ah—
( the look he shoots back towards esi is assuredly a guilty one, from the way his ears sink back down. uh oh! )
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the part that kirma didn’t account for was the dealer passing him a 4. here is where things start to go wrong. kirma’s failing at the card tables isn’t his luck, but his inability to hide it; at seeing the number (or more accurately, counting the symbols on the card), his ears and tail both shoot up straight, eyes wide. clearly, it’s either very good, or very bad. no in-between. )
Ah—
( the look he shoots back towards esi is assuredly a guilty one, from the way his ears sink back down. uh oh! )