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Rock Howard regarded his cards with a frown, one that he quickly removed from his face. Damn it. He needed -more- work on his poker face. No pairs, Ace high, and he had to make a bid.
Eyeing K to his left, Rock studied the reflection of his silhouette in the shiny sunglasses. He was convinced that K was deliberately wearing his sunglasses indoors to prevent people from reading him, but K was losing large sums of chips.
Maxima, on the other hand... Maxima had the largest pile. Which probably made sense - the guy was a hacker and could probably calculate large numbers in his head, regardless of his large frame.
Kula had a small amount, but she didn't seem terribly upset. If anything, she seemed entirely content with playing the game itself, and approached everything with the same demeanor.
Seirah was sitting out this hand, mostly because she was in the kitchen tending to a batch of cookies. Rock had never really thought about Seirah as a domestic type, and she'd shown no signs of this at other times, but around K... well, the doting older sister type seemed to be in full effect.
K had sheepishly explained this as overcompensation when Rock and Seirah had shown up at their apartment and Seirah displayed more affection in one powerfully rushing hug of her 'brother' than in all the times Rock had ever met Whip.
"Don't eat the cookies, Howard," K remarked as he put in the chips.
What was he, a mindreader?
"No."
Now Rock stared at K.
"You were looking at the kitchen, and then stared at me after I warned you."
Oh. What was he, a Sherlock Holmes?
"Nope, I just read your face. And no, I don't know how I'm losing this much either." Now K glared at Maxima. "Are you -sure- you're not counting cards?"
"Absolutely, scout's honor."
"Ok, I'm in!" Kula cheered, picking up a few chips and placing it down.
"Call." K.
"Raise 10." Maxima.
"I fold," Rock remarked as he put down his cards, and leaned back, looking around.
It wasn't the -most- comfortable apartment, but there were little touches around the place that made it feel homey... mostly, Rock suspected, Kula's doing.
Getting up, Rock stretched, wandering over to the vicinity of the kitchen before hearing a little humming of what sounded like BABYMETAL.
Wait, what...?
Peeking in the kitchen, Rock watched Seirah throw a whole orange into a bowl ... of frosting? It looked more like sauce... while humming a little merry song of death and bloodshed.
Yeah. No cookies for him, thanks.
"Rock! Come in and taste this."
DOOM.
dinner of doom.
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