[ He turns but leaves the door open— he was sewing something for Jin Ling when Mammon had knocked, so he has to go back and properly refold the coat instead of leaving it crumpled at the head of the bed. There. Now there's no danger of wrinkles, and he can head back out with Mammon. ]
Fixing it. Some guy was making a fuss with how his clothes look.
[ Jin Ling's crop top... nobody can really blame him, honestly. His clothing was unfortunate, and while Ayabe hated his too, it came with extra fabric he can use, so it works out. ]
Do your clothes fit you alright? No problems with it?
He likes to make himself scarce for any of the fights that break out, but there's no way the whole betting pool can stay a secret. ]
Because there's only ever one or two forks in the kitchen at all times, if I'm lucky. Can't you guys just use paper, or keep a running total in somebody's book? You can pay each other after we get out of here, instead of holding the forks hostage.
It wouldn't make sense to use it as currency if the value keeps lowering like that...
[ The economics of this place already don't make sense. He's staying out of it. He will keep one pair of silverware with him for personal use and everybody else can go wild with the fork exchange. ]
Why are people needing currency anyways? Do you know?
Look, I made a betting ring, betting ring needs cash or stuff of value, and we got some silver forks 'round here. Whoever leaves this place with the most of that stuff is goin' to be ROLLING in dough.
So witches exist, huh? What's up with them? What's Lord Diavolo?
[ Or who, but "what" probably accompanies that.
We're also going to fast forward them getting to the pool room now, where Ayabe goes ahead and chooses a stick. He takes his sweet time choosing one, looking for one with the least scratches. ]
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[He's not saying no to the head pats, though. Idiot.]
Fine. Let's go, already! It's not like I have all day.
[He absolutely has all day.]
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[ That's a promise. ]
Give me a second and I'll be right out.
[ He turns but leaves the door open— he was sewing something for Jin Ling when Mammon had knocked, so he has to go back and properly refold the coat instead of leaving it crumpled at the head of the bed. There. Now there's no danger of wrinkles, and he can head back out with Mammon. ]
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[He absolutely does.]
[He's pretty happy when Ayabe comes along with him, though, perking up as they walk along.]
So what were you doing? Making clothes or somethin'?
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[ Jin Ling's crop top... nobody can really blame him, honestly. His clothing was unfortunate, and while Ayabe hated his too, it came with extra fabric he can use, so it works out. ]
Do your clothes fit you alright? No problems with it?
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[HOW MANY SKILLS DOES HE HAVE...]
My clothes are fine, actually... [Wait.] Actually...could you make bigger pockets? Is that a thing you can do?
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Bigger pockets? Yeah, that's easy. It's just sewing in some extra fabric and reinforcing the seams.
[ He can make large pockets or add 30494580424 more pockets, pockets are easy. ]
Why? Are you running out of space for all your forks?
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[EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT THAT]
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He likes to make himself scarce for any of the fights that break out, but there's no way the whole betting pool can stay a secret. ]
Because there's only ever one or two forks in the kitchen at all times, if I'm lucky. Can't you guys just use paper, or keep a running total in somebody's book? You can pay each other after we get out of here, instead of holding the forks hostage.
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[A big shrug.]
Besides, wasn't my idea to make them the new currency of this place.
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[ The economics of this place already don't make sense. He's staying out of it. He will keep one pair of silverware with him for personal use and everybody else can go wild with the fork exchange. ]
Why are people needing currency anyways? Do you know?
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[And he plans that it's going to be him!!!]
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[ You can't just steal from their kidnapper.
They can, though. They should? It would serve the bastard right. ]
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[Him? Follow the rules?? RULES ARE FOR LOSERS]
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Would you really listen to him if he showed up?
[ #doubt
He lowers his gaze to the ground so he can take the stairs without missing a step and falling flat on his face. ]
You seem to me like you would just continue doing what you want.
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[AND EVEN THEN...................]
I don't just follow any random human's word. Maybe a witch's word, but that's a bit different.
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[ Or who, but "what" probably accompanies that.
We're also going to fast forward them getting to the pool room now, where Ayabe goes ahead and chooses a stick. He takes his sweet time choosing one, looking for one with the least scratches. ]