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[chronicgambler]

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[champagnetower]

Greetings, Mr Gambler!
I have a very important question for you!
I'm trying to convince your bookworm teammate that he would be stunning in form fitting clothes!
What do you think?

text

[chronicgambler]

if ur going after his clothes again i will fuck u up

text

[yumenope]

Should Izanami text you, ignore it.

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[chronicgambler]

ok

u gonna tell me why

Mid December

[lollipopdrops]

So you're dating someone now~?

OH FUCK

[chronicgambler]

who told u that?

december 20??? sure; text

[yumenope]

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.

( yes your boyfriend just sent you shakespeare in an attempt to sext. )

[chronicgambler]

sounds weird but ok?

[He doesn't get it. Try again.]

[champagnetower]

[link to party here for your convenience]

[chronicgambler]

u for real?

text; as per usual, forward dating to dec 23

[yumenope]

♥

( that’s it. that’s the text. )

im

[chronicgambler]

💜

[He did it fam.]

text; after the december event

[yumenope]

Are you out much longer?

( gambling, he means. he doesn’t mind it, them settling into a groove of writing and gambling and doing things uniquely them but still being them. as long as he falls asleep and wakes up to dice he hardly cares. it’s just ... )

[chronicgambler]

I'm on a winning streak! Last round I promise.

text (during the christmas party....)

[yumenope]

Don’t believe anything your survivalist chef may say. As you know, I am not wedded to our leader.

[chronicgambler]

he gave me a present!

wait what what about ramuda

not at all a one month anniversary thing

[yumenope]

( he ought to be writing. really he should be, but time spent with dice and time spent thinking about dice has become a very ardent contender for gentaro’s favorite activity. that, and now that gentaro knows it’s possible to self publish in this world, he feels a bit lighter. it’s true, he hasn’t penned anything worthy of the public eye since arriving here, just a very personal song for his team, but ... he feels reenergized over it all. there’s no need to abide by old ways or old ghosts. this world is his ... second chance.

so he only haphazardly keeps track of when they started dating. and he not at all subconsciously plans a weekend trip to coincide with it. he knows dice has a job now, gentaro has his books, and they have cats, but a couple of days will be fine. someone will look after cat and the little one and it’ll be fine.

the villa had been more of a necessity, a nice little confluence of circumstances that lead them to a romantic escape and falling in love, or admitting that love. this? this was more premeditated and a true escape.

he can’t remember the last time he was at the beach. but with dice it’s something he’s willing to explore, to partake in. so he simply tells dice to pack his bags and that they’ll be leaving in a few minutes for a few days.

crystal beach is beautiful and the cozy resort is gorgeous and reminiscent of where he told dice he loved him for the first time. it’s warmer than back home. it’s — comfortable. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice has a job now, but he's starting with just a few days a week, so it's not like he doesn't still have copious amounts of free time. Usually that's spent gambling, playing with Cat (and now Prince), or just pretending to nap while watching Gentaro read or (attempt to) write. It's a calm, comfortable life, except for the bells and whistles of the gambling parlors, so he's happy enough.

Still, getting away from the cold for a while sounds perfect. Even if Gentaro springs it on him with only a few minutes of notice, well, that's the way Dice likes it. Of course the author would be mindful of how to keep Dice entertained by keeping him on his toes. Without fuss, he packs up a couple of extra shirts and things, and they head out.

He doesn't expect a beach. A quiet, calm, beautiful place right now, but he can tell it's probably usually a busy place to be. Maybe it's because they're there on a weekday, but Dice is fine with this. There are myriad things to do, places to go, and he's pretty sure he won't get bored.]

...Holy shit, this is my first vacation ever.

[An afterthought, once they've checked in and are heading to their hotel room.]

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[yumenope]

I used to think I knew what love was and what it was not. What chemicals and physical reactions it could cause. How it could make you do terribly senseless things. A poor author’s attempts at dissecting the unknown through observation.

But then I fell in love with you. It was the easiest decision of my life.

1/2: what he sends

[chronicgambler]

ive never felt like this in my life
im scared of it and im scared im going to turn into some kind of monster or get weird or mess this up in some way i havent even managed to imagine yet
i never thought about what love was until you happened
even your stories back home got me thinking about it like whats love in stories and whats real for real people?
im not sure im doing any of this right but every time you smile at me i feel like it's okay even if i dont
like even if l mess up youll give me another chance

i love you and i hope you know i mean that with my whole everything

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[yumenope]

Truth or dare.

( guess who is bored while you’re at work, dice. )

[chronicgambler]

[He grins at his phone, tapping out the reply in between mixes.]

Truth first.

valentine’s day — early morning

[yumenope]

( given that dice’s job tends to lend itself to late nights, only increased in length by their bedroom activities and tendency to lay awake and talk about everything and nothing all at once, it’s not unusual that they sleep in most mornings. it’s been a habit and one that gentaro can’t quite find issue with. it’s a bad habit, sure, but it’s something warm, something theirs, and most of all, it’s with dice.

today is different, though. when he naturally stirs around six in the morning, he carefully maneuvers himself out of bed. like a zombie, dressed in a robe and with light marks of purple and red on his neck and back, he glides into the kitchen to, as quietly as possible, try and make chocolate. he had written down a recipe the other day and had managed to buy the ingredients. now he just needed to execute on it. somehow.

which means slaving over a hot stove and staring blankly at little chocolate molds he purchased — they’re supposed to be cranes but he isn’t sure it’ll be noticeable once the chocolate sets.

he’s so god damn tired, though. he better not burn this like the jelly fish. )

[chronicgambler]

[The feeling of having nothing to wrap his arms around when he turns over is what wakes Dice. It's rare that Gentaro doesn't stay in bed with him to laze around and be lovely in the morning, but he imagines he got some kind of stroke of creativity going or something and had to go write.

It's six thirty at that point, and he slides into some loose lounge pants before heading for the living room, where he supposes Gentaro is.]

'morning...

a text for dice too; weeoweewoo

[zazen]

Arisugawa-kun, please meet Yumeno-kun at Ramuda's apartment.
I have sent him the location already. Ramuda-kun is in danger, so please hurry.

[chronicgambler]

in danger wtf??? did u hurt him??

march 14 - white day

[yumenope]

( it took gentaro roughly two months of being in this place to admit to himself that if he had to indulge in the whims of this world, he would want it to be dice. it took him four months to act on that, and just over five to realize that the love he wrote about in books and spun tales for the sake of amusing those weaker than him was exactly how he felt about dice. it took one month after finally admitting he wanted exclusivity to tell dice he loved him and then another month after that to impulsively — and oh, didn’t dice bring out that side of him, the side he had locked away in favor of playing a good agent and information gatherer — demand he marry him. so it only made sense that, in keeping with it, one month after that he’d return the favor.

ever since dice returned, he had a nice stash of chroma. gentaro’s life was mostly spent being frugal so even when he did start generating chroma thanks to the abundance of moonlacing he did with his teammate, he didn’t spend too much. mostly just gave it to dice to gamble or to get them food.

this time, though, he saved it. he saved it for something just as bright as dice.

the proposal was the hard part. he had completely ruined whatever plans dice may or may not have come up with. and really, he didn’t want to show up dice — having dice have a god damn ring in the first place, to have independently thought about it, was more than a phantom deserved. while his self worth wasn’t the worst, it wasn’t the best, either, and a no name like him, “gentaro yumeno”, just didn’t count himself as the type to ever have someone see the sun and stars when they looked at him. but that all changed. chaotically and so gradually, like falling. maybe that’s where it got its name.

so maybe it shouldn’t be something fancy. it should be something meaningful.

it’s white day and gentaro is certain to order them their favorite food. it’s white day and gentaro isn’t even sure if dice is planning to go out or not at all during the day.

but he does have something very specific in mind for the night. )

oh no oh no

[chronicgambler]

[It had taken them time to come together, to make things work and make sense to them both. Back home, things were so different, so much more difficult in so many ways. Here... maybe they only had to worry about the occasional life threatening situation and they'd be fine thereafter. It was an easy decision for Dice, following the desires of his impulsive heart, to want to be with Gentaro. To want to make that permanent was... terrifying. He's young, and he knows it, stupid, impulsive, he bleeds money, but his heart is as big as anyone's and he decided when Gentaro wrote a book for him that that was all he needed. Maybe it's that he still expects his life to be short and bright. Maybe it's that he wants to find one more anchor besides just Fling Posse.

Whatever the case, whatever led him to buy that ring on impulse when he saw it, he didn't expect to give it to Gentaro so soon. Any plans he was forming did go right out the window, but Gentaro asked, Gentaro wanted, and Dice didn't have the heart or desire to refuse. It's not a honeymoon phase, in his opinion. He's spent nights pretending to be asleep, mulling over this, making sure he knows what he's doing and doesn't let Gentaro down. He spent those weeks they were apart examining his life, going from anger to sadness, wondering and hoping and forgetting himself until finally that knock came and they fell together, never to part again.

That's the way the story started in earnest. He knows it'll end out among the cosmos somewhere, their starlit and moonlit love, even if it started with misunderstandings and foolishness. He's devoted. He's dedicated. And he loves Gentaro more than he can explain.

He goes out only in the afternoon, after Gentaro offhandedly mentions they need more cat food, forgetting the date entirely. So by the time the night rolls around, he's cozy on the couch, playing casino and crane games on his phone, passing the time with little exclamations and curses, one hand straying now and again to pet Prince beside him.]

[champagnetower]

[link to party here for your convenience]

text + attached video file; un: ruffestrabbit

[zunge]

[Embedded is a video with a clear shot of... two sock puppets. Yes, sock puppets. One green sock, one navy blue sock. He even put decorative pins where the eyes should be. For the two puppets, he'll be using two very different tones to differentiate between the characters talking. The green one comes across as very calm and composed, often deadpan and sarcastic. Not too different from his usual speech. The blue one, on the other hand, comes across as reactive and easily goaded.]

Hey, what would you be willing to trade for a flying car?

What do you mean?

Say some German scientist comes up to you and says "I have invented the flying car. I will give it to you on one condition." [He uses an obvious German accent to do the scientist's line.]

What's the condition?

He's not going to tell you.

Then it's no deal.

The guy is offering you the flying car. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Just take the car, man.

Not until I know what the catch is.

Fine, the catch is you gotta cut off a foot.

Pffft, no way.

Are you saying you wouldn't cut off your foot for the flying car? You're that selfish?

It's my foot! How am I supposed to walk?

What 'walk'? You'll have the flying car. Imagine the money you'd make off of it. After that you could buy fifty prosthetic feet.

Well... which foot. Right or left?

Your choice.

Okay, I'll trade my left foot for the flying car.

So it's a deal then. Your foot for the flying car. You're sure.

Yes, I'm sure.

You can't welch.

I won't welch.

Because the whole world is counting on you.

What the hell kind of scientist is this guy anyway?

One with a lot of free time on his hands. And a foot fetish. So, then what happens is you find out the guy's going to take off your foot with a hacksaw—

What?

And no anesthetic.

Screw that!

Come on, it's part of the deal.

You didn't say that before!

Come on, it only hurts when they're taking the foot off. After that they'll use a local on your stuff and cauterize the wound.

Why can't I have the local before he cuts it off??

Because. He is a sick degenerate that watched too many WWII documentaries and likes to inflict pain.

You said he was a man of science!

You don't think Einstein liked hacking people's feet off, but nobody ever said a thing about it because he was one of the greatest thinkers of our time. Come on, man, take the hit for the team. It's a few seconds of pain for a lifetime of riches and zero traffic.

Fiiiine. As long as I get the local as soon as he's done cutting.

So you want the local?

Who am I, the Marquis de Sade? Yes, I want the local!

... All right.

Why'd you say it like that for?

It's just, the local he gives you knocks you out, and when you're out he diddles your peeny.

Oh come on!

Hey, man. You made the deal.

To trade my foot for the flying car! Not to be tortured and molested by some mad German scientist.

And his friends.

What?

Just, when he's done with you he gives his friends a shot at you too.

Deal's off!

What are you, some kind of homophobe?

No, I just don't want to be diddled by some insane German scientist and his friends after they've hacked my foot off!

Need I remind you this is for the flying car?

It ain't worth it!

See, you're what's wrong with this world. You're always thinking about your own comfort level, never thinking about the rest of us. And you'll forever be remembered as the sad footnote in the book of life, the wimpy little scumbag who could've breached the chasm of becoming and being, but instead opted to cover his own ass and foot in the process.

All right! I'll go through with the deal. I'll let the German scientist hack my foot off, then him and his friends can have their way with me, all for the flying caaaaaar.

...You'd do it with a bunch of guys just to get a car?

...

I thought I knew you, man.

[chronicgambler]

dude

r u ok

bc wtf

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[yumenope]

Say Dice. What are your feelings on needles?

[chronicgambler]

uh
what

like why i guess
i don't have a weird needle fetish but i was thinkin about gettin a tattoo maybe someday

action - i already hate it

[yumenope]

( ever since the ad, gentaro has been relatively relaxed about the whole thing. while it was only putting a bandaid on the matter, it did help a great deal. he knew better than anyone that dice was a good person, that he meant what he said, that he wouldn’t hurt him. but... he was dice. and he was gentaro, and that came with its own flurry of issues. issues they’d never actually tried to dig into. it never was an issue, but maybe they were just that good at avoiding any matches being lit.

gentaro is leaning his cheek into his palm, staring groggily at his computer screen. it’s late and he should go to bed. maybe he can get some rest in before dice comes back from the club or gambling. he stopped writing five minutes ago, lost in puzzling out the plot, lost day dreaming. this wasn’t helping him anymore.

prince keeps playing with the bottom of his robe. )

here it comes

[chronicgambler]

[It's late, and Dice is off work at the club early. As usual, he rushes home, eager to strip off the fancy clothes and rinse off the cologne and sweat and alcohol. Tonight was... weird. He didn't stand in for another host as such, but he got dragged into teaching some people a card game or two, and the bets ended up rather astronomical. He'd made an idiotic bet toward the end, one he sweated extra trying to win back before finally emerging victorious.

It's been a lesson, and he's learned from it. In the space between the moment he took his engagement ring off and put it in the betting pool, and the moment he won it back and slid it back into a safe place on his finger, he died a thousand deaths. All he could think about once it sunk in that he'd done it was how precious the thing was to him. How it symbolized everything good in his life. The reason for caring, for living honestly.

So he's coming home with his head swimming, almost gloomy, because the only thing he wants right now is to hold Gentaro close and never let him go.

Opening the front door, he fixes a fake smile on, hoping Gentaro won't see through it in his sleepiness.]

Hey babe, I'm home!

[And his ring? On the wrong hand.]

delivery

[champagnetower]

[They're friends now right so Dice gets to have Hifumi Gifts:

this suit, shirt, another shirt, and a basket like this with a bunch of stuff bc do not die drinking for 2 days ok.]

BRO

[chronicgambler]

[Oh he is wearing that suit to work this weekend. Hell yes.

And maybe. Just maybe. He got a little emotional.]

thanks man
i mean it

i take back like most of the shit i said abt u before i didnt know u!

birthday delivery- intentionally one day late

[grylls]

[ Delivered the day after Dice's birthday, this gift is from Riou! It's delivered by a delivery man in a hot bag, so it's fresh upon arrival around dinner time. It's an entire pan of Shepherd's/Cottage Pie (or.. a variation of it anyway. May the ingredients forever remain a mystery.)

The note says: ]

I thought you would be out on your birthday so it was best to deliver this the day after.
Enjoy a hearty meal and a new dish.
Happy birthday.
-Riou

just a note sent back

[chronicgambler]

Best fuckin birthday ever!! Thanks for the food!

- Dice