And the award for looking like a hobo was...this guy. Not bothering to get up, he nodded to him. Hey, he could be kind of polite. Senji just usually chose not to. Why bother when he wasn't trying to make friends with people? Still, poker seemed like something that would keep him occupied well enough. Time would tell.
"Yo. Have a seat."
Might as well get this show on the road. Lowering his feet, Senji sat up and moved his jacket to make himself more comfortable. The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt didn't bother him at all. Why should it? He didn't wear it most of the time anyways.
"If I want you to stop, I'll cut off the burning part." Senji caught the cards and started looking at them. For curiosity's sake mostly. It wasn't like he was that much of an expert even if he was more observant than he let on.
Tossing them back, he nodded to them. "You deal." Rolling his shoulders, he popped some tight muscles and smirked. The guy looked like an idiot. But he knew that he looked like a moron of a muscle head himself. He wasn't so he wanted to see what this guy had to offer.
He also didn't get the guy a drink. He wasn't a babysitter.
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"Yo. Have a seat."
Might as well get this show on the road. Lowering his feet, Senji sat up and moved his jacket to make himself more comfortable. The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt didn't bother him at all. Why should it? He didn't wear it most of the time anyways.
"Did you bring the cards?"
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Tossing them back, he nodded to them. "You deal." Rolling his shoulders, he popped some tight muscles and smirked. The guy looked like an idiot. But he knew that he looked like a moron of a muscle head himself. He wasn't so he wanted to see what this guy had to offer.
He also didn't get the guy a drink. He wasn't a babysitter.
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