[Light chuckles, a bit dryly. Not carrying cash meant one of two things: too poor to buy much, or too rich to carry anything except credit cards. She doesn't seem poor (at least, her clothes were nice enough, despite being a strange combination), so Light is already leaning towards the latter.]
Not much of a gamble if I don't get anything if I win, you know.
[An elbow on the table, cheek pressing into his hand, feeling the need to mirror her own body language if she's going to be so casual about everything. His pieces are nicely organized on the table and in the wooden containers holding the extra white stones.]
And no offense, but I'm probably going to win. [Confident much? At least he says it with the smallest quirk of a grin.]
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Not much of a gamble if I don't get anything if I win, you know.
[An elbow on the table, cheek pressing into his hand, feeling the need to mirror her own body language if she's going to be so casual about everything. His pieces are nicely organized on the table and in the wooden containers holding the extra white stones.]
And no offense, but I'm probably going to win. [Confident much? At least he says it with the smallest quirk of a grin.]