[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.]
here it comes
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.]