Gigs. Like jobs really, none of em are legal. There's different types ah, depending on what myself and my dealer agrees to. Could be as simple as stealin' somethin' all the way up to invadin' those Corpo assholes HQ.
[Now there was something he didn't expect. Not by a long shot. Because the moment he crashed into the other, he immediately stumbled back, not even able to catch his balance. That resulted in him falling straight back onto the floor.]
Damn- what the- what gives- ++
immense frame dissolves into shadow, only fragments of him are caught beneath the stray prism lights 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 from numerous directions⸻ flickering neon beams, moisture clinging to his skin from light rainfall. the atmosphere was somber, yet peaceful. +
++ [Dazed he was, only to squint just a bit and see a figure that was much bigger than he was.
That put him on guard real quick.]
What. . Who the hell are you? What are you???
[He thought maybe Sukuna was a brute with a shit ton of modifications, but the more he focused ++
++ [Extending the stick now just to point the end of it inches away from Satoru's face. Even though he had no idea infinity existed anyway, nor did he know what that was.]
And I ain't no chicken. How much you puttin' down huh?
[Spade was listening to how cocky the other was and honestly, it just amused him. Which is exactly why he let out this small laugh about it.]
Seriously? You think you can beat me and take all my money? I'd say I'm pretty confident. If I weren't, that'd just mean I'm scared. ++
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( digits curl around the smooth stick extended by the other, idly shifting it between both hands——as though trying to recall the last time he’d played. )
a bet .ᐣ well, that depends on *your confidence.
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Hell yeah it does! Let's start one up right now- unless. . . You tryna' make any bets beforehand?
[He's grabbing the cue stick, and he handed it straight to him.]