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KING DICE'S SHARP onyx eyes inspected the room, analyzing it in search of trouble. His duty was to hunt for cheaters, entertain guests and find possible gamblers who were willing to bet on their souls. And lose, of course.

The house always wins, after all.

He smirked, satisfied as he found no issues whatsoever. To that, King Dice
stepped up to a wall and leaned against it with his back, inhaling the sweet aroma of liquor from the bar stand nearby.

"Found any problems, Dice?" A rough voice questioned him.

The Die turned his gaze to the right, being met with a smoke cloud. He coughed and squinted his eyes, the white smoke moving directly up his nose.

"Goddamnit Wheezy- You got nothin' better to do than wreck my lungs even more?" He grunted, a faint chuckle emitting from the Cigar.

"Nah, not really."

"Shouldn't you be working?"

Mr Wheezy didn't answer back nor seem to even acknowledge his Manager's inquiries as he positioned his lips on the cigarette and inhaled once again, blowing out some smoke afterwards.

"So," he glimpsed over at him. "How's boss holding up?" Wheezy smirked narrowly.

The fuck?

"He's uh," Dice stammered, baffled about the nonsense question, "doing fine, I think. Why do you ask?"

Once again, no answer, just another cloud of smoke. The Die furrowed his eyebrows, irritated by Wheezy's unresponsiveness.

He then began digging in the pockets of his lilac suit, fishing out a pack of cigarettes. King Dice grabbed one and placed it in his mouth.
Wheezy was already smoking, so why not join him?
Dice bumped Mr Wheezy with his elbow gently and pointed at his cigarette. Immediately, the Cigar lit it up with the snap of his fingers. King Dice only hummed to thank him and went on to inhale.

" YOU BITCH !! " The whiny yelling of a child caught the Die's attention.

He growled softly and rushed to the Poker Tables, leaving Mr Wheezy alone.
King Dice reached the tables and glanced at the floor, where a tiny white cat was attempting to scratch a peach-coloured kitty, who battled to avoid the other's claws. Harsh meowing and hissing could be heard from them.

The Die's eyes widened a tad bit, perplexed by the situation. He simply let the cigarette drop from his mouth and between the kittens who instantly scattered noticing the tiny flame.
He proceeded to step on it with his foot.

"Are you FUCKING CRAZY?!" The white cat growled with a high-pitched voice, her ocean eyes almost glowing as she got up and glared at the Die.

Meanwhile, the peach kitty didn't bother to stand up and merely began licking herself clean, checking for any scratches.

"I would ask the same thing to you, young lady, yet the answer is so apparent that I'll save my breath." King Dice cocked an eyebrow and stared at her, disregarding the fact that half of the casino's eyes were on him.

The white kitten scowled at him while she adjusted her yellow-dotted dress.

"Where are your parents, children?" He kneeled down to be at eye level with the felines.

The peach kitty slowly sat up on its four paws and looked at Dice. "She's in the Devil's Office, she has been gone for a while now." She replied unconcerned and started licking her paw.

King Dice sough and stood back up, pointing his finger at them "Stay here, I'm getting her." He instructed, being partially ignored.

So, Dice began making his way towards his boss' office.

At first, his mood was rather dark, frustrated by the lack of respect from those two kittens, but the more he got closer to his destination, the more did his mood lift up. His cheeks flushed to a hue of salmon pink, which was rather unusual. He wasn't hot. Well, he wasn't feeling warm, that is. He was hot- stunning, from his point of view and anyone else's except Cuphead.

C'mon, it's King Dice, he looks incredible.

Of course, he felt a bit uneasy to meet his boss, but could that really be the cause of the sudden change of colour on his cheeks? Perhaps his feelings were a bit chaotic and so they confused his own body, even if it was very improbable. Plus, he had spoken to the Devil a million times by now, he was used to feeling warmer and a tad fuzzy whenever he was in his company or vicinity, even by error, so why was this so odd and unforeseen? He should be used to it by now. Just the thought of the Devil caused his stomach to growl.

Also, didn't everyone feel like this around the Devil?

King Dice simply shrugged off the non-work related thoughts and pushed them aside for now as he arrived at the golden entrance of his boss's office. The man cleared his throat and inhaled deeply, knocking about thrice afterwards. He could vaguely hear some form of arguing and shouting, yet he couldn't quite comprehend what it was about.

Suddenly, he heard a loud "Come in!" From the inside which granted him entrance as the door opened automatically for him. King Dice stepped in and sighed softly, now standing before Satan himself.

"Boss, there's two kids in the casino-"

"They're mine", a feminine voice interrupted him, "leave them be." She ordered.

Dice cocked and then furrowed his eyebrows, turning around to be met with two glowing ocean eyes staring right back at him. A humanoid white-coloured cat was leaning against the boss' desk, her tight crimson dress hugged her figure. A frown rested on her face.
The man squinted his eyes in annoyance.

"We don't allow kids here."

The Devil sat at his desk, gazing at both of them, waiting in silence for whatever was to come.

"Y'know, you have such pretty eyes," she observed, "the only thing you'd have to do is learn to mind your damn business and you'd be stunning." The lady continued while a smug grin suddenly adorned the frame of her wide cat face.

King Dice was about to react, yet the Devil stood up from his throne and walked next to Dice.

"Mrs Shakira, I present to you, my right-hand man, King Dice." He introduced him, and the lady's gorgeous eyes seemed to widen, almost in disbelief and disappointment.
"You've been rather cruel to him, another reason that you won't be getting your precious eyes." The Devil grinned maliciously as Shakira growled lowly.

Unexpectedly, she shoved in between and past the two, walking out of the office without pronouncing another word.

King Dice turned towards his boss, an amused stare in his eyes.
"What the fuck?"

The Devil shrugged and sighed "I don't know either, she wanted to make a deal, yet I don't believe she thought of it thoroughly." He admitted carelessly as he seated back down.