"tch!" satoru scoffed, a lit cigar between his lips as he stared at the fragile-looking wooden building in front of him. he was obviously bitter - having just lost faro game after faro game, seemingly with no end. not only was it embarrassing - but it obviously had a negative impact on your joint funds.

that didn't stop satoru from gambling away, though. it only encouraged him. you win some, you lose some, after all.

"that yellow-bellied bastard in 'ere deserves a lead plum through the skull for the way 'e done spoke to me!" his voice, raspy and low as always, broke through the silence that had fallen upon you two. satoru didn't even look at you - he knew that you always got angry whenever he left the saloon with lighter pockets. and though he was a wanted man, an outlaw, he still hid his face beneath his wide-brimmed hat in order to avoid your threatening glare.

it was ridiculous how easily you made him weak. he was a strong man with a lot of dignity, but when it came to you... all of that went out of the window.

"i oughta go blast up that saloon, just to teach 'em a thing or two. what ya reckon 'bout that, huh?" he finally lifted his head, tilting it to peer over at your face with a shit-eating grin. as always - going straight to violence. his hand was always aching to use his revolver to solve his problems, even the ones that he definitely created.