[Dice just grins, broad and happy beyond anything he can honestly describe. He doesn't always feel like he deserves Gentaro, like maybe the author is going to wake up one day and realize he made a grave mistake in loving someone as unpredictable and wild as he is. But beneath the gambler, the risk-taker, there's always been a Dice who cares, who encourages others and bolsters them. He's the anchor for a reason. Even if he doesn't quite understand the extent of his own love, and how broadly and freely and deeply he gives it, he still knows there's something there. He suspects he's a diamond in the rough these days, if only because Fling Posse gave him purpose and Gentaro gave him the whole fucking world.
He's eager to go read more. The fallen king in the story has just met the thief and the scientist, and their threads have only just come together. Dice won't anticipate or try to guess the ending, even if Stella is ingrained in his heart. He's enjoying everything Gentaro wrote... for him.]
It'll knock me over, I bet! You wanna sit with me while I read? It's still early, and I don't work tonight.
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He's eager to go read more. The fallen king in the story has just met the thief and the scientist, and their threads have only just come together. Dice won't anticipate or try to guess the ending, even if Stella is ingrained in his heart. He's enjoying everything Gentaro wrote... for him.]
It'll knock me over, I bet! You wanna sit with me while I read? It's still early, and I don't work tonight.