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[fuckingkillthem]

[In view is Hiruma, sitting on his bed, piles of various rifles, handguns, ammo, grenades, etc, on the floor and tables. There's a pile of maybe forty cellphones on one side of him, and his laptop is resting on his knee. He's looking almost unnaturally happy.]

I think the motherfucking spirit of Christmas past was here or some shit.

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[askthelookout]

Wow.

Why don't I get large piles of offensive weaponry? [Pouts]

[fuckingkillthem]

Kekekeke! Fuck off, fucking cowboy, I earned these back home.

[askthelookout]

Aww, gosh darn it. Earning stuff is hard! [Laughs]

[fuckingkillthem]

It all fuckin' depends, yeah? Keke... [He eyes him for a moment, a grin spreading over his face.] You ever played poker, fucking cowboy?

[askthelookout]

You mean Watch Me?

Sure. If by 'played', you mean 'cheated at'.

[fuckingkillthem]

Kekeke, call it whatever the fuck you will... I mean Hold 'Em to be precise, fucking cowboy, Texas Hold 'Em. Though playing with cheaters isn't as satisfying.

[askthelookout]

Then I shan't cheat.

[He rolls his eyes]

And how many times? I'm not a cowboy. I wouldn't know one end of a steer from the other. Do I look like a farmer to you?

...

Don't answer that.

[fuckingkillthem]

[His grin widens considerably.] Interesting.

Kekekeke! Don't worry, I won't. Fucking cowboy.

[askthelookout]

What, that I won't cheat? Life's a game. It's no fun to play if nobody else is playing the same one.

Anyway, I'd lay my money on a fucking cowboy over a fucking vampire any day of the week. [Laughs]

[fuckingkillthem]

What's fucking interesting, kiddo, is finding out your actual level of skill compared to mine. So, I guess we're basically saying the same fucking thing, right.

[Gnashes his teeth and snickers.] A matter of taste, innit.

[askthelookout]

Watch Me's luck, not skill. Any fool can make their face unreadable, if they try enough. Just can't control what cards you get.

Unless you have an ace in a spring-sleeve, of course, but then, that sort of stuff's as likely to end up winning lead as gold. Which is what makes it fun.

[fuckingkillthem]

No, but you can control everything else, fucking cowboy.

Che, cheating in games doesn't interest me.

[askthelookout]

Aye, but it's still luck.
Luck of the draw if you get good looks and skill at cards, like me, or neither, like you.

That's because you're boring.

[fuckingkillthem]

[He sighs, then chuckles.] Kekeke... You're adorable when you do that and all, but your yapping about shit you don't fucking know anything about is getting tiresome. Prove it instead, fucking cowboy.

Now, now, there's that yapping problem again.

[askthelookout]

Hey, hey. I know loads about this stuff. Proved it from Gilead to the Outer Baronies, may it do ya fine.

If you're challenging me, challenge me. Don't beat around the bush. You're yapping at least as much as me.

[fuckingkillthem]

[He quirks a brow at him.] Che, dumb fuck, you don't know shit about me, that's all I'm fucking saying.

[And this is said rather lovingly, actually.] I just did, asshole. Do I need to ask twice?