"Y-yeah," Kaiji confirmed still nervously, pulling an extra blank paper and a marker to himself and drawing a makeshift scorecard. Under round 1, he marked a five for Vlad and a zero for himself. It was fine: he himself had started his experience with this game with a bit of a winning streak, although that was a matter of false security than legitimate victories on his part. Was Vlad really lucky, did Kaiji screw himself over, or was the other man just very cunning? It was only the first shot. Only the first shot.
The answer to Vlad's question didn't come easily. First off, he didn't have a home. But he ignored that and skipped to the numbers. "Millions," he said, not specifying millions of what, just millions. More money than he could have ever hoped to have made through legitimate work or anything other than the horrible gambles that he was put through, for that matter. Kaiji wasn't rich and he didn't want to give the impression that he was: he resented the wealthy. "Or..." Kaiji was reluctant to reveal the alternative even if it was obvious when one put all of the pieces together. Grimly and with an air of contained anger about him, he pushed back his long hair on the left side with the tips of his fingers and tilted his side a little toward Vlad: there was a clear seam where his ear had been completely ripped off and sewn back on. Surely the other man had noticed the four seamed fingers of his left hand as well?
None of those were the direct result of him losing that gamble in particular, but all of it was pretty much in the same vein and it got the point across. Kaiji didn't want or need to go into detail about it anyway. Just flashing his most obvious marks in response was about as much as Vlad was going to get and even that was just scratching the surface.
It was more detail than he had given anyone else, anyway.
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The answer to Vlad's question didn't come easily. First off, he didn't have a home. But he ignored that and skipped to the numbers. "Millions," he said, not specifying millions of what, just millions. More money than he could have ever hoped to have made through legitimate work or anything other than the horrible gambles that he was put through, for that matter. Kaiji wasn't rich and he didn't want to give the impression that he was: he resented the wealthy. "Or..." Kaiji was reluctant to reveal the alternative even if it was obvious when one put all of the pieces together. Grimly and with an air of contained anger about him, he pushed back his long hair on the left side with the tips of his fingers and tilted his side a little toward Vlad: there was a clear seam where his ear had been completely ripped off and sewn back on. Surely the other man had noticed the four seamed fingers of his left hand as well?
None of those were the direct result of him losing that gamble in particular, but all of it was pretty much in the same vein and it got the point across. Kaiji didn't want or need to go into detail about it anyway. Just flashing his most obvious marks in response was about as much as Vlad was going to get and even that was just scratching the surface.
It was more detail than he had given anyone else, anyway.