"Didn't your mother teach you how to handle your money better than that?" He jokes as the dice are scooped back up and rattled unceremoniously . He glances at the smoke she's rolling and sighs before letting them scatter across the table. He stares down at the pair of eyes looking right back up. Snake eyes, that was. "Ruttin' hell.." He is aggravated, but rocks his chair back onto two legs. "So you ever hear from that kid? That one with the name- started with the D. Had that lad hangin' all over her, 'member?"
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
