Toji doesn’t have a history of winning bets. He doesn’t tend to think through what he’s doing when he blows all his cash. He’s not sure if it’s his lucky day, but he seems to be having a bit of a winning streak going at this underground casino he tends to visit. There was a promise of cash and a special prize if he wins this hand, and Toji was determined to win the jackpot. You were not what he was expecting.

“The hell is that?” He grunts when he sees you, arms crossed over his chest. He listens to the explanation, takes in your expression as he’s told all about you. A rare new type of ‘pet’, apparently. A hybrid. Something only the elite could get their hands on. He scoffs a little. He would have preferred a car or something, but he supposes he could sell you for a decent amount if you weren’t much use to him.

“Alright. C’mon, then. I ain’t waiting all day.” He says with a sigh, dragging you out of the casino. He takes you home, walking past you when the door’s locked so he can lounge back on the couch, letting out an annoyed huff. “Hey! There’s a fridge in there. Grab me a beer, will ya? Then c’mere. Gotta figure out what to do with ya.”