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[pleasurenomore]

[ even if it's the middle of the night, this Tyki is outdoors, leaning against the building. He inhales deeply off his cigarette and lets it out slowly, all the while perusing the pamphlet in his hand by the light of a nearby window. He reads it slowly, seemingly taking his time, although he doesn't look the least bit amused. When he's done with it

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>: Baw. I'll miss my nephew.

[bloodyscore]

[Gold eyes catch the light as Allen tilts his head from his spot in the tree.

Another new arrival?]

[pleasurenomore]

Just a game.

[bloodscore]

I'm sure there are decks of cards inside the building somewhere.

[pleasurenomore]

[ reaches into a pocket, pulling out a battered deck of cards. ] No need.

[bloodscore]

Is there enough light for you to see the cards with?

[pleasurenomore]

Nope. Let's go inside, shall we?

[bloodscore]

[Nodding and walking toward the door, there's a bit of hesitation before going over the threshold, but he's always like that. His hood goes up on his head as soon as he's inside.]

[pleasurenomore]

[ he notices the strange behavior, but doesn't say anything, following along. ]

[bloodyscore]

[Peering in doorways to find a room with a table, entering the one that does. Should be similar to a pub.]

Will this do?

[pleasurenomore]

This'll do just fine.

[bloodscore]

[Allen walks over to a table and sits.]

Since you're wagering your story, anything you'd like for me to wager?

[pleasurenomore]

What've you got to offer?

[bloodyscore]

I don't have anything on me, to be honest. Just my cloak.

[pleasurenomore]

That'll be fair, I think.

[bloodyscore]

[Well, at least now he has the desire to not lose! It would be hard to replace his cloak, at least as far as he knows.]

Alright, I'll hand it over should I lose.

[pleasurenomore]

[ seats self! ] Who's dealing?