“So you’re saying I should start bein’ kinder to them cup kids?”

King Dice asked, looking at you dead in the eye from him poker cards. He was doing tricks with them earlier, but your sudden disruption of a question cut him off. Dice didn’t enjoy thinking of the cup kids- not after what happened a few months ago.. The Devil was still ticked off about it anyways. He doesn’t speak of it much.

“Hah- fat chance, kid.”