[ Oh Shouto. "Help" is a....... broad term. Allen might just clarify that he's helping them learn a little humility. Make them less likely to pick on innocent passerby, etc.
... something like that. ✰
At first he tenses up that they honed in on the cuff Shouto gave him, the one thing that would give him serious pause even if he has no doubt in his own ability and regularly gambles with priceless and sentimental things, Allen looks to the other boy for some kind of confirmation. If he had anything else on him that might be of value to use instead he would, but when Shouto just gives him a calm if somewhat puzzled look in response that eases a lot of his tension. He takes it off and, with a charmingly disarming tone, asks to be dealt in.
The first win is passed off as a fluke and he makes out with most of their money before they even know what's happening, too busy competing with themselves trying to win what looked like rare and valuable jewelry. His smile is chirpy at the win, and the men are dumbfounded before demanding to go again to win their money back.
First on the line are their shoes. The two that look close to his and Shouto's size, the other he demands his coat instead. The hand continues for a while, the men becoming quieter and grim in their focus. With the charming and innocent glee of someone winning at something they have of course never really played seriously before, he announces his overwhelmingly higher hand with a radiant little smile. Royal straight flush, he wins again. ♥
If Shouto is watching him terribly closely, he might notice how the fingers of his left hand tic quickly whenever he reaches to draw or place back a card, and he's always certain to use that hand. It's too quick a movement to really make out what he's doing, though. And here, in this district, that uncovered hand of his (as he is not one to wear gloves when they're by themselves at home) gets a raised eyebrow and lingering eyes from the men but no horror or even revulsion. If you have money or can be of other value somehow, they don't care about much else.
A few patrons from inside the pub have gathered by the windows and door to watch out of idle curiosity. A tired-looking woman in a gaudy but stained tight-fitting satin dress leans in the doorway, watching in in growingly smug amusement. If Shouto glances at her at all, she gives him an obvious wink.
It goes on for a couple more hands with the men becoming increasingly desperate and starting to whisper amongst themselves. They've been stripped of their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. A pocket watch is on the table. Allen is humming to himself, looking pleased. They're looking cold.
He announces a final win, and scoops the pile of winnings towards himself as the men all throw their cards in disgust and start arguing with each other. He ties one of the scarves on so brightly. ]
Ehhh, so this is what real poker is like? [ shameless ] Thank you, thank you, that was fun. ✰
[ Quickly handing one of the pairs of boots to Shouto. Let's gather our winnings and leave before someone gets mad. ]
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... something like that. ✰
At first he tenses up that they honed in on the cuff Shouto gave him, the one thing that would give him serious pause even if he has no doubt in his own ability and regularly gambles with priceless and sentimental things, Allen looks to the other boy for some kind of confirmation. If he had anything else on him that might be of value to use instead he would, but when Shouto just gives him a calm if somewhat puzzled look in response that eases a lot of his tension. He takes it off and, with a charmingly disarming tone, asks to be dealt in.
The first win is passed off as a fluke and he makes out with most of their money before they even know what's happening, too busy competing with themselves trying to win what looked like rare and valuable jewelry. His smile is chirpy at the win, and the men are dumbfounded before demanding to go again to win their money back.
First on the line are their shoes. The two that look close to his and Shouto's size, the other he demands his coat instead. The hand continues for a while, the men becoming quieter and grim in their focus. With the charming and innocent glee of someone winning at something they have of course never really played seriously before, he announces his overwhelmingly higher hand with a radiant little smile. Royal straight flush, he wins again. ♥
If Shouto is watching him terribly closely, he might notice how the fingers of his left hand tic quickly whenever he reaches to draw or place back a card, and he's always certain to use that hand. It's too quick a movement to really make out what he's doing, though. And here, in this district, that uncovered hand of his (as he is not one to wear gloves when they're by themselves at home) gets a raised eyebrow and lingering eyes from the men but no horror or even revulsion. If you have money or can be of other value somehow, they don't care about much else.
A few patrons from inside the pub have gathered by the windows and door to watch out of idle curiosity. A tired-looking woman in a gaudy but stained tight-fitting satin dress leans in the doorway, watching in in growingly smug amusement. If Shouto glances at her at all, she gives him an obvious wink.
It goes on for a couple more hands with the men becoming increasingly desperate and starting to whisper amongst themselves. They've been stripped of their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. A pocket watch is on the table. Allen is humming to himself, looking pleased. They're looking cold.
He announces a final win, and scoops the pile of winnings towards himself as the men all throw their cards in disgust and start arguing with each other. He ties one of the scarves on so brightly. ]
Ehhh, so this is what real poker is like? [ shameless ] Thank you, thank you, that was fun. ✰
[ Quickly handing one of the pairs of boots to Shouto. Let's gather our winnings and leave before someone gets mad. ]