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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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Comments

[cultfavorite]

I see you already have the psychological component of this game down pat. I don't actually believe you anymore that you'd be bad at poker.

[SHE COULD JUST CALL EVERYONE ELSE AT THE TABLE DADDY AND]

[fujimaru]

[ She laughs at that, pausing to concentrate on her shot, sinking one more ball. HaHA. ]

I know a little bit about trashtalking. That doesn't really save me in poker.

[cultfavorite]

It could if you did it aggressively enough, I'm sure. But maybe not. You could apply it to golf instead.

[It's time to make golf more interesting!]

[fujimaru]

I feel like trashtalking too much in golf would be dangerous... you're swinging those clubs a lot harder than any force you put on a pool cue.

[ She's pretty sure she would get clobbered for it, knowing the people whom she might have played golf with back home. ]

[cultfavorite]

Wait until we play darts next. You'd better be careful about calling me your daddy then.

[As if he could throw a dart with any kind of dangerous intent and not completely fail. Even his Pokeball throwing is pretty much on the least impressive possible level for throwing a Pokeball. He's not shit compared to the guys in Galar.]

[fujimaru]

Wooow, is that a threat? Kya, kya, help, police.

[ They can wrap up this pool game (he wins) and move onto darts.

Where she will 100% kick his ass. ]