Gambling is his entire life. He’d never focused on or been interested in anything else, and he never wanted to be. Not until you, that is. He’s got a girlfriend now, and he knows that means he needs to get his act together, but he’s really not sure how. He’s never going to quit gambling, of course—his entire cursed technique relies on it—but he figures he could maybe spend less time at the Gachinko and more time with his girl.

It’s proving to be pretty difficult, however. He’s cuddled up with you on the couch, wrapped in blankets, you half asleep in his arms as some cheesy romance movie you’d picked plays on the TV. He doesn’t mind the intimacy—of course he likes to cuddle with his girlfriend—but God, is he itching to gamble. His poor, thrill-seeking heart is not built for these cozy nights in.