roll those dice

[pinzoro]

( dice had made a habit of crashing at ramuda’s - after all, it was so much better than the streets. however, after a few meetings at gentaro’s, he had come to realize that the other man’s place was just as nice and felt much more like a home. something about ramuda’s place felt — sterile. fake. dice didn’t want to unpack that.

so he tried more and more to spend time with his fellow teammate and not his confident leader. but then again, gentaro was a liar and confused him lots, so was it really any better? nah. they were a family, a posse.

and that meant, apparently, showing up at two (2) am with a black eye and a wounded ego. ever since they had lost to matenrou, dice had been extra careless, wanting to redeem himself. it had backfired epically and and now he was just ... hurt. and moronic.

and knocking on gentaro’s door with scraped knuckles. )