Chips wasn't sure what to do at this point. On one side, the kids hardly done anything, which was a plus since they weren't running around destroying anything. But on the other, they just stayed sitting in one corner of the room, looking at the ground. Occasionally they picked at their clothes, pulling off lose strings and played with them for a bit, but that was about it.
This… this wasn't normal kid behavior. From his knowledge about kids, they tend to be more… well, active. He didn't know what to make of this. Surely they weren't completely like this? Especially the way the red one acted.
To the untrained eye, the boy looked like he was just sitting there, but actually he was keeping his guard up. His eyes were alert and searching for something that Chips wasn't aware of, and repeatedly the kid would look at him, staring at him. It was kinda creepy how a small kid would stare at him like he would do something.
And how odd such a small young kid displayed such actions.
And that was worry to say the least.
Still, if their folks were to come by later and King Dice got rid of them, it wasn't really his place to question it. Though it couldn't get off his mind just yet. And he at least wanted to leave a good impression on the boys. They were just small kids after all. They couldn't sit around and do nothing while being scared of everything.
That just wouldn't do. He had to do something. But, what? He couldn't just take them out of his room, King Dice would spot him and have a fit. Looking around, he did notice a lack of well, anything that he could give the boys to play with to busy themselves. And the items he did had were… uh, dangerous for small kids.
Chips attention went back to the boys when he heard something. He knew the distinct sound of a hunger stomach when he heard one. The blue one had a hand over his small tummy, looking rather hungry, and no doubt the red one was feeling the same way. Even if he didn't show it on his face when he looked at the blue one in concern.
"Hungry little fella?" The kids jumped at his voice, turning to stare at him. "It is way past noon…" They continued to stare at him, though the blue one's stomach let out another growl. Chips chuckled a bit. "Alright, you just wait here. I'm sure I can swing by the kitchen n' grab some grub."
It was the least he could do anyway. King Dice surely wouldn't notice him grabbing something for the kitchen, and even if he did, Chips could say that it was for himself to eat. It was a good enough plan.
"Be back in a bit." He told the boys, closing the door behind him and made his way towards the kitchen.
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It took some time and some avoiding from King Dice, but Chips managed to grab some food. It wasn't much, just a loaf of garlic bread and shot glasses filled with water, but he was sure it was enough for the kids.
"Jus' hope no one tells King Dice about this." He sighed with a smile on his face, opening the door to his room. He was about to let his presence be known, but stopped short to his surprise what he found in there. "Wha-WHAT IN TARNATION ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE?!"
Pip let out a small yelp of surprise, quickly turning around to face him. If Chips hadn't been used to the strange people that came in and out of the casino for years now, he would have found the living domino couple a strange pair. "Chips! I—er, h-hey buddy! Didn't, uh… didn't hear you coming."
"What are you two doing in here?" Chips asked again with a growl in his voice, setting the food down on the dresser.
"Us? Well we were… uh… we were…"
"We heard a noise in here and thought we should check it out." Dot butted in.
"That doesn't explain why yer peering under my bed." He stepped over to them, his height easily towering over them. He had also taken notice that there was a lack of small boys in his room, which was worrying if King Dice found out about it. "You know very well I don't like snoops in my room."
"Well then why do you have two little snoops in your room?" Dot glared up at him.
"That's what I'm askin' ya."
"S-she didn't mean us." Pip spoke up. "She talking about… well, them." He pointed to the bed.
Chips blinked a bit, getting down on the floor and looked under his bed. Sure enough, there was the missing kids, staring back at him from under his bed. "What in tarnation are they doing under there?"
"Beats us." Dot shrugged, she and her husband looking under the bed as well. "They were under there when we came in once you left."
Chips shot them a glare. Pip only shrugged. "Don't get me wrong though, I never really took you for the type to have kids." Dot eyed him up a bit.
"They ain't mine. The Tipsy Troop found 'em n' King Dice been trying to find their parents."
"Ooooh. That explains why he looked pretty mad." Pip exclaimed.
"He still hasn't found them?"
"No. If he did, then they still wouldn't be here." Dot confirmed.
Chips nodded his head in agreement. He then remembered why he left the room in the first place, going back to the dresser and grabbing the food. He went back to the bed, setting the drinks down and held out the bread.
"What are you doing?"
"Givin' them food. They're pretty hungry."
Dot shot him a look. "You don't plan on giving them food on the floor?"
"No. Not unless they come out."
"They're not." Pip whined, rubbing his left hand.
"We tried to bring them out but the red one bit this wimp's hand."
"It was a very strong bite!"
"No it wasn't."
"He almost drew blood for me!"
"No he didn't. He's just a kid. Kids don't have strong jaw bones."
"Look." Chips interrupted them before they could go into one of their back and forth arguments. "Why don't you two mosey on outta here? I don't want the kids around ya when you fight."
Pip looked like he wanted to protest, but Dot beat him from saying a word. "Are those, shot glasses?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Don't tell me you were thinking of giving these kids alcohol!" Pip gasped, covering his mouth in shock.
"What-?! No! They're filled with water numbskulls!" Chips picked up a glass, showing it to them. "I ain't that dumb enough to give them something like that!"
"But in a shot glass?!" Dot seethed.
"It was the only thing I could take without anyone growing suspicious okay?! Give me a break!"
"Well you could have just taken a cup! That would have been more sufficed!"
"Okay listen here you!" At that point, Chips started to argue with the couple about drinking containers and somehow spieled in an argument about clothes and room decorations. This went on for about twenty minutes or so, neither side noticing the looming figure standing at the doorway watching the whole thing.
If King Dice had the energy, he would have had the trio stop arguing by now. But he didn't. Instead he just stood in the doorway, arms crossed with one hand pinching his nose as he watched in irritation. He originally was here to find out why Chips had taken some bread and shot glasses with him out the kitchen. He knew living poker chip stack didn't normally eat until 3:30, and it was only 2:57.
But seeing as this now, he was more concern if Chips and Pip&Dot would start throwing stuff at each other. Finally he had enough. "QUIT IT!"
All three froze, turning their eyes towards him and immediately jumped to their feet. "Mr. King Dice!" They shouted, saluting him.
"Look, I ain't in the mood for whatever it is yer all doin'. N' I ain't in the mood for funny business. Chips, where's that bread ya took from the kitchen?"
A small 'urp' came from under the bed. Pip and Chips exchanged looks, glancing down at the bed.
"… uh… rats?"