#⁰⁰⁸ ✴ ◞ 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆 ◦ modern verse

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the king is always fashionably late to his own opening. surrounded by the glitz of costumed swingers lining game tables, and the intentionally glamorous surroundings. smoking being permitted inside causing a flooding fog that only adds to the devil red atmosphere...

cigar adorns his own gloved fingers as the showman makes his way across the floor, having come from his previous grande entrance into the foyer. and while he walks deeper into the establishment, he's handing out smiles, gestures and greetings to his regulars. (now don't you ever say he's not a gracious host!) purple pinstripes flaring at the knees in his prominent stride backstage.

soon enough, he's met with a perfumed parade of women preening themselves for showtime. feather boas and skirts galore!

"well hello there, ladies!" lips curve into a lidded-eyed, devious smile, as he smoothly presses himself to temperance's side and slinks an arm around her. proceeding to waggle his brows... "what's a cat gotta do t'get a drink around here, eh?"

@avemaria. starter call.

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“   you  can  get  anything  by  turning  up  the  charm .   ” liv @ king dice!

"... well ain't you preachin to the choir, eh pup?" dice chuckles. gloved fingers reaching to pull on his bow-tie, as block teeth flash and part in an audible chuckle.

his brows shoot up twice in rapid succession. even going so far as to wiggle his pip-nose. "hah hah hah..."

"i might just be the most charmin' cat in all of inkwell isle. well, besides ol' scratch, o'course. but eh -- he and i have somethin' different goin' on. lotsa' nuance to consider." he scratches his chin. "but we ain't gettin' held up by semantics, are we doll?"

there's another hum, low and almost sinister, that leaves the die's mouth. fingers twirling the tip of his mustache...

however, he clears his throat when he realizes he may not be portraying himself in the... best light.

"course, i ain't usin' all that power for evil.. but the alcohol drought got us all down in the dumps, hmm? i mean, you'd be downright dilly dealin' with that moonshine mob without a... winnin' attitude."

@somniaxperdita. a meme i don't feel like looking for.

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“   i  saw  a  smile !!   ” ( dice king / temp )

" -- why sure ya' do, sweetheart..." dice muses, crossing arms over his chest as nose points downward. the crooked smile in question still riding his smug features.

"it's always a real gasser 'round here, after all.." a good time, he means.

hand moves outward to retrieve a flute from passing tray, bringing it close to his mouth with a swirl in gesticulation. "but let ol' king dice here give ya' -- a little word of advice... a cat's gotta learn how to smile with his voice, when he's out there in the ether! ya' get me?"

@avemaria. a meme i don't feel like looking for.

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“   you  don’t  wanna  get  mixed  up  with  someone  like  me .   i’m  nothing  but  trouble .   ” ( rebekah / dice king )

kingsley's smile extends in a dramatized arch of his spine. a hand patting his now distended belly, as his laughter comes straight from it.

"well now, ain't that a pip, doll? -- ya know, some say the same thing about your humble king dice, here."

he playfully bats at her arm, his features still dramatically scrunched in jest. "but don't ya' worry -- i think our relationship'll be nothin' but eggs n' coffee." running smoothly, he means. "long as ya' don't go bumpin' gums at the boss, that is."

@avemaria. the cuphead show!

[muutos]

kingsley knows how to make people happy. let's call it a... sixth sense, of sorts. it's easy for him to spot someone having a less than stellar time at his establishment.. as no fun meant no games, no games meant no money... and, well -- you get the picture.

all in all, the sad and confused are bad for business.

but if they don't play, dice don't put the screws to 'em. no... everyone's got a place here at the devil's casino... they just find ways to spend their well earned dimes elsewhere... their discount revoked at the bar... hah, hah!

"hey... ain't i supposed ta' be the host around here, dollface?" he wonders, tugging lapels of his purple suit with a lidded smile as he's lead to the bar. "now, i didn't know i had such a... gracious, well mannered guest entering my establishment.." he tilts his head charmingly..

she would never see herself there , that's why she came with her friend . or at least she thought . she disappeared , leaving temperance with nothing else that do . beautiful wild hair & petite body making her cute as she looks around .

she was just surveying around when he came up to her , taking in the sights & watching people gamble . not a huge change i know . she is not a woman like that , but when in rome . her eyes even glance at him for a little bit , watching him until he was already .

she smiles as she looks at him , even giggling . " we'll get one for you ." she finds herself saying , as she leads him to the bar .