"Ninety-nine." A pleased smile from Rokuro, who at least partially understands the significance. All their opponents see is a devastating loss at the hands of two newbies who looked like easy marks.
Even drunk, Rokuro isn't really someone who 'hugs', but he does clasp Tech's hands when he returns in some form of... strange congratulatory squeeze? Looking back over his shoulder at the rebel (literal) losers, Rokuro thoroughly enjoys this next statement.
"Our new friends are paying for a round of drinks on the house." While the majority of patrons hadn't been paying much attention to their game, they are very much invested in the spoils of their victory, and already placing their orders at the bar. Given the losers promise to pick up the rest of Rokuro and Tech's tab for the rest of the night, they should do the same before the crowd is unmanageable.
Rokuro exhales, head bowing. All of the righteous indignation leaving him at once.
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Even drunk, Rokuro isn't really someone who 'hugs', but he does clasp Tech's hands when he returns in some form of... strange congratulatory squeeze? Looking back over his shoulder at the rebel (literal) losers, Rokuro thoroughly enjoys this next statement.
"Our new friends are paying for a round of drinks on the house." While the majority of patrons hadn't been paying much attention to their game, they are very much invested in the spoils of their victory, and already placing their orders at the bar. Given the losers promise to pick up the rest of Rokuro and Tech's tab for the rest of the night, they should do the same before the crowd is unmanageable.
Rokuro exhales, head bowing. All of the righteous indignation leaving him at once.
"I... think I may have had enough."