[He has enough time while waiting to really feel how weird this situation is.
He's spent the last few months, both at home and here, hiding from everyone. Keeping his interactions with people purely superficial, being the ghost that he was trained to be. He's forgotten what it was like to have a friend, if this can even be classified as that, and social interaction just for relaxation sake is alien to him. He's probably the worst person to be trying to help keep Manabu distracted at home.
When the cards are put in front of him, he slides the deck out into his metal hand slowly.]
I think I remember the rules. It's been a long time.
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He's spent the last few months, both at home and here, hiding from everyone. Keeping his interactions with people purely superficial, being the ghost that he was trained to be. He's forgotten what it was like to have a friend, if this can even be classified as that, and social interaction just for relaxation sake is alien to him. He's probably the worst person to be trying to help keep Manabu distracted at home.
When the cards are put in front of him, he slides the deck out into his metal hand slowly.]
I think I remember the rules. It's been a long time.
[That's an understatement if ever there was one.]
I think-- I remember betting for cubes of sugar.