[ Well, it's not like he's any better. He hadn't paid attention to any explanations he'd been given while in Chuuoku for the most part; he had come to do two things, and that was it. Unless it was gambling or battling, it wasn't really worth much of his time. Since he was already acquainted with Riou, though, remembering MTC came a lot easier. ]

Well, yeah. Since you just chewed me out for not usin' your name, I'd hope so. [ Don't be a hypocrite, Samatoki. At least he's a bit placated now. As long as he's not calling him something stupid, he doesn't care what it is, be it Dice or Arisugawa or something similar. He shifts his gaze from the Yakuza to the area surrounding them, neon lights searing his eyes in a comforting sense of familiarity. If only one of these was a casino...well, not like he's got the funds for one right now, anyway.

He only looks back upon hearing the brazen declaration, and he nods, finally straightening himself up and shoving his hands in his pockets. ]

I'll hold you to that, ya know. I've got a quick job to do back home, and last thing I wanna do is screw it up. [ That's a lot of cash, man. Do you know how many debts repaid that is? How many high-stakes rounds of blackjack? Like hell he'd give that up. ] Tch, wish I coulda kept some of that cash...fuckin' aliens.

[ Gripes all around. ]