[ Hey, now. When a guy in the Yakuza asks about working under him, what else is he supposed to think? Nothing honest, that's for sure, he knows that all too well. He also happens to know Samatoki's reputation, which also isn't doing him any favors. It's natural for someone like that to offer you shady jobs, isn't it?

Or...maybe that's just him. Could be just him being a trouble magnet, honestly.

He thought it was a legit concern, and yet here this guy is, laughing at him. And not gentle laughter, either. The audacity. Dice's face twists into a frown and he grumbles, crouching down, tail swaying as he scratches at the sidewalk beneath them with a disinterested look. Laugh it up, chuckles. He knows the underworld far better than you think.

...That doesn't mean he doesn't let out a sigh of relief once he gets some confirmation. ]

Yeah, well, probably wouldn't have accepted anyway. I'm not interested in anything that isn't gambling.

[ Why are you taking those cigarettes out? Now you're just reminding him how he'd kill for a smoke right now. Luckily, he's immediately distracted ( and offended ). ]

Hah? You serious? You forgot?! [ Sure, it's not like they've really formally met or anything, but come on! Samatoki gets another unhappy grumble for his trouble. ] It's Dice. Arisugawa Dice, MC Dead or Alive. Geez, can't believe this...

[ ( Better not go back on that promise. :) ) ]