Keksalot

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King, meanwhile, just stood nearby while attempting very hard to look as the most innocent soul in this room and attempting to inconspicuously move further away from Pablo and closer to Takumi and Gloria. In his personal opinion, shit was fucked, and pretty hard at that - but in the end of the dark and rocky road of possible disciplinary punishment there were, brightly shining against the shade of life's hardship, whopping twohunnert dollars which he could spend at his and his good friends' pleasure, and for that he was ready to suffer through many things and steel himself against anything that life threw at him in the form of this fatigue-clad man and Pablo's suicidal ramblings.

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King, who was still there, just sat down for a bit to rest, right on the ground.
"Yenno, Takumi," He gasped, wiping his face with his own shirt. "You think... actually nevermind. Let's go get the dough."

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"H-o-o-o-old up, good man!" King rised both his voice and his first right hand, the index finger pointing firmly and surely into the skies, or rather into the ceiling like an ancient yellowish obelisk. "You want me to give up all my hard-earned fifty dollars only so that i'd brawl with you only to possibly - note that i very much accept the possibility of being defeated - win another fifty in addition?"
The chinaman cackled in a very strange and specific way, something between Skeletor and Woody Woodpecker in terms of tone and sound's frequency.
"Das' ain't 'ow roight'n'propa business is made, mate!" He spoke, wildly gesturing with a cigar, putting on a very nice impression of a british bandit. "I won't fight'cha for anything less than quadruple, meaning two hundred US dollars in any available currency for those mathematically challenged among us if there are any. You got that much? More importantly, you ready to part with that much?" The young enterpreneur looked Pablo in the eye, squinting slyly. "If anyone's interested in betting on this here showdown we are possibly going to have then we'll also have to appoint a bookie!"

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"Wow-wow-wow, Ceejay!" King sneered, standing up and very gently taking hold of the assailant's elbow, but never undertaking any hostility towards him - yet. "You don't disrespect a chinese bruda like that." He glanced at Gloria quickly when she spoke, immediately understood the mood she was in, instantly felt genuinely, really sorry for his actions and, now with a very guilty expression on his face and much less bravado in his voice, replied - "A half a hunnert tops, plus a watch and a shitty cigar, is that a reason to start a ruckus? Let's settle this like gentlemen lest we get into some old gangsta shit, m'kay? I'll return exactly the half right now just so that ya'll calm down and we won't have to appal our dear teacher with a brawl, we have a deal?"

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King, quick on his feet and with his wits, have immediately seen the opportunity for financial gain and therefore proceeded to mercilessly yet tastefully rob his classmates of their money and valuables by means of cheating in the cards. His tricks were incredibly simple, yet efficient - as of now he was peeking into the hands of three opponents by using aligned polished plates of his tower-metal as mirrors. Pile of coin and crumpled banknotes at his side of the table grew ever larger and he even got himself a new wristwatch and thin, cheap cigar to chew on.
"Wot's it's gohna be, Ceejay?" He menacingly inquired from one of the players, poorly attempting to speak in some strange foreign accent. "Come on Ceejay, call or fold, call or fold, wot's it gonna fookin' be?"

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King chuckled a little:
"Damn, i still can't get used to just how supremely hard-boiled people are around here. Thought we were meant to also grow spiritually here is all. Though it's probably just because my silly tricks don't even let me hit people."

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It's a pointy round-headed doodad like a very short nail to pin papers to a special board

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"Oh damn!" King snorted loudly when the door closed behind the philippino paragon of nobility and proper education. "What a guy, that Pablo! You think he's as good a fighter as he is a person?" He inquired from anyone who could be bothered enough to answer. "Anyone sparred with him already? You, Gloria, would you even have the nerve to hit such a swell guy?"

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"Ye-e-e-ah." King yawned. "You're... at it again, aren't you? I guess i'm not bad, you're just... making me lazy."

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"Oh, nevermind now. I mean, about anything except notes." King giggled giddily upon seeing how Pablo stood up. "That guy is nicer than us - he didn't even thought once."