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Tsunade tapped the felt table with a blood red nail. Brash. Bold. Impatient.
“All in,” she haughtily declared, shoving a small tower of poker chips towards Kakuzu.
“You’re sure,” he huffed, face hidden under a black cloth.
“Damn sure.” Tsunade smirked at him, cracking a knuckle “You scared?”
Kakuzu snorted. “Hardly.”
Slowly, she leaned towards him, a sleeve slipping down her shoulder. Their eyes locked.
“Hah?” Tsunade held his gaze, cheeks flushed, and licked the lipstick off her teeth. “Try me.”
It was a distraction. A bluff. Overconfident. Nervous. A very obvious tell from a very horrible gambler.
Kakuzu counted out an equal amount of chips into two short stacks. Then, after some consideration, he added one extra, just for the hell of it.
The more she owed him, the better.