“Come on, come on,” the broad-shouldered man mutters under his breath, his gaze fixed on the race on television, just like every other customer in the sports betting establishment. He clutches a paper slip in his hand, with 'Number 6 - 10,000 yen' written on it.
The horse race concluded soon after, with Number 6 nowhere close first place. Toji lets out an annoyed groan before crumbling the betting card and shoving it into his pockets.
He lost. Again. Toji had started gambling to make his wallet heavier, not the opposite, damn it.
The raven-haired man leans back against the counter, slumping in defeat. His green eyes move to the person that's closest to him. "Hey," He calls out to get their attention, the unscarred edge of his lips downtured in a frown. "You know when's the next race?"