[ Though Mikazuki's gaze briefly sticks on the sight of all the black flowers on Takasugi's tray, it's soon refocused on the dealer, who counts up the silver and parcels it into a linen pouch for him. Mikazuki takes it with little commotion so the dealer can get to his task of raking in the tiles for the next round while the losers disperse into other corners of the establishment — either toward drinks or games with more familiar faces, less intent on a monetary bloodbath.
It'd been a win, but he hadn't intended to do anything other than vie for his place once he'd gotten the motions down. His expression may have told otherwise, but there were no feints, no sleights.
Stepping back from his chair, he pauses at Takasugi's side. ]
It won't always be like that. But it wasn't bad, this time.
[ Shaking the coins around, he pinches the middle of the pouch, halving it. One half he empties into his pocket, the other he tosses to Takasugi.
No sleights, just Mikazuki brightly taking what opportunity gives him. ]
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It'd been a win, but he hadn't intended to do anything other than vie for his place once he'd gotten the motions down. His expression may have told otherwise, but there were no feints, no sleights.
Stepping back from his chair, he pauses at Takasugi's side. ]
It won't always be like that. But it wasn't bad, this time.
[ Shaking the coins around, he pinches the middle of the pouch, halving it. One half he empties into his pocket, the other he tosses to Takasugi.
No sleights, just Mikazuki brightly taking what opportunity gives him. ]