Old Habits Die Hard (K) 218
Shiho has had a lifetime's practice of controlling her micro expressions. Erasing facial expressions was easy but it was training the rest of her body to go against its most basic physiological responses that was difficult. But trained she had. She'd learned to read other's body language too.
How else could she have survived in the clutches of the darkness for so long?
And now, well into her second life, Shiho was reaping the benefits of all that hard work. Or rather, Ai was. Around her, the other members of the detective boys were deeply unhappy as she dragged yet another enormous pile of chips towards her.
The initial buy in had been only $10 but they were now four hours in and Genta, specifically, was on his sixth buy in. Mitsuhiko, who'd been playing it relatively safe, was only out $20 but Ayumi. Sweet, impulsive, fired-up Ayumi was $100 deep and not seeing a comeback anytime soon.
Conan was the last one in this round and he looked madly between her face, which betrayed nothing, and the two cards in her hand.
"All in." He sounded hopeful. She looked forward to absolutely crushing him.
"Call."
And as she dragged the final pot of the night towards her stacks of poker chips, she thought 'old habits die hard.