The cards fell on the table. Bonten Mikey looked at the ceiling and sighed.

Bonten Mikey: Well, Toman... Looks like you beat me again. I don't even know why you're always so lucky at Twenty-One.

Toman Mikey took a drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke and simply shrugged his shoulders, his face did not express any particular emotion.

Toman Mikey: I don't know. Like... I just know how to think. Maybe if you tried harder, you could beat me.

Bonten Mikey reached over and took a bite of his tayaki.

Bonten Mikey: You know, I don't like to put in effort. And since you got here, I want to do this less and less...