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[yumenope]

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[yumenope]

( thank god things between him and jyuto aren’t awkward anymore. it’s been awhile since he used his mic for something that isn’t nc-17 )

Work for them? You know I don’t do manual labor. I’ll perish like a dainty flower.

( hand to his forehead. gosh. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice is way too eager to get back out there, fighting for turf or cred, but maybe without the threat of Chuuoku over their damn heads. Still, he doesn't like the sound of manual labor, either.]

What? Work for them? You're jokin'! They'll make us do lawn care or blow shit up!

[lollipopdrops]

[If they were awkward it could lead some interesting lines? Ramuda had been itching for a good battle, it's been too long.]

Then that means we should win, right? Buuut what do we make them do?

[yumenope]

( gee ramuda, gentaro has no idea what you mean. )

I think it’s fairly obvious. Dice, explain.

( c: )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice's smile falters. Obvious? What's obvious? Shit... he blanks, wracking his brain to try to figure it out.]

Y-yeah! You know... we gotta make them...

[lollipopdrops]

[Sure... Ramuda just stares at Dice, he knows he's got nooooo clue but it was fun to watch his squirm.]

Oh~? Make them whaaaat Dice~?

[yumenope]

Yes, Dice. Make them what?

( this is terrible, sorry, dice. )

We’re withering away in anticipation.

[chronicgambler]

...........No fuckin' clue.

[He hangs his head and laughs faintly.]

[lollipopdrops]

Ahaha, Diiiice doesn't have a clue again, huh?

[Leaning back in his chair he hums.]

Hmmmmm, what to do~!