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❝ARE Y’REALLY GIVING YER friendly big brother tokens jus’ to hang out with ya?❞

Openly vocal about not wanting to trade, Gin held a hard grasp on his own tokens. Surprising, truly. The younger’s eyes were staring expectantly, as if he’d be unable to continue on unless he replied. A smile forms on the detective’s lips, handing resting on his shoulder.

Holding on tightly to his own tokens he had won playing games did he really have no use for them in the end. The things at the Prize Counter didn’t attract the grade schooler in the slightest ; all Gashu was selling anyway was tokens to skip games - which where was the fun in that? And some weird video tapes. He assumed instead that giving away his tokens in return to hang out with the few survivors left was helpful enough.