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@owleryblue thank you so much for the prompt! It’s a lovely one that I’ve enjoyed writing immensely. :) 

Prompt: King Dice decided that the Devil needs a nice suit. All good villains wear nice suits. But surprise the boss is hot.

“Sir, this is a casino, not a strip club.” 

Devil scowled as he stood off against his lover and right-hand man, King Dice. In the manager’s hand was a hanger with a black suit, his face a picture of determination. 

“You can’t go around naked forever, it unsettles the patrons and loses us business! I am not having one more evening with you naked.” Dice’s voice was firm, speaking in a low tone he rarely used unless extremely irritable and despite all of his power Devil knew not to mess with him in this state. 

“Dice, it’s my casino. Surely I can dress, or undress, how I want to?” He attempted to get around the issue, arching a brow when the other man’s frown only deepened further. “I’m not wearing the damn suit!”

“Boss please,” the man begged, thrusting out the suit towards the demon with exasperation, “I will do whatever you want, however you want, for as long as you want just so long as you try it for at least one evening!”

“So... how did you become King Dice?”

“Well, I wasn’t always the Casino manager! Kingsley Deus Dice had to make a living somehow... so I sang at some of the local taverns in Inkwell Isle until I made a name for myself. I went from the Prince of the Isle to King Dice; the Devil sort of just took the name and put it in my position as manager.”

Oooh there’s so much potential with both of those!!! I may save the latter for another post and tag you @luntian-berdengguhit ;) Of course, you’re allowed to request/send prompts!! I openly encourage it!

Right! So the prompt I’m going to do is: “Good luck trying to get to him without fighting me first.” 

Dice was a man of many talents and quirks; a singer, a gambler, etc... but he was no coward. He stood by the window closest to the front of the casino, his emerald eyes shimmering in the fading light of the sunset. Observing the nature around, his gaze shifted over the trees and the sky that was painted pink and gold by the sun slowly disappearing beneath the horizon. A small path leads up to the casino gates, lined with cobblestone and small tufts of grass, two travellers running up the expanse of it towards the entrance. 

“I told you those Cup brothers would be here within the week,” a voice purred from behind him, the man turning to look upon Cid Wheezy with a semi-disgusted expression. Plumes of smoke were blown towards the manager’s face, a sleazy grin tugging at the newcomer’s lips while delight shimmered in his eyes. “Rumour has it they’ve got a plan, a plan to free all contracts the boss has collected.”

“It will remain a rumour,” the King replied, giving a roll of his eyes before a hand came up to scratch at his cheek in thought. “I’ll make sure of that.”

“What’re you gonna do? How’s a guy like you gonna stop them?”

“They are merely children,” he growled, temper seeming to flare up for a second before that professional demeanour returned. “I will stop them before they reach the boss. If they aren’t going to play fair and pay their debts, so be it.”

Wheezy looked at the manager as though he were insane, shaking his head and giving a low sigh of frustration. Usually, Dice was the most level-headed man in the whole of the casino... however, when his not so secret lover the Devil was involved, it was a completely different matter. 

“Alright, boss. I’m sure you got a plan, just make sure to ask for help if you need it.”

With that, the burly man walked away, hacking and coughing as he went like some sort of fanfare; Dice now left alone with his thoughts. He could hear the footsteps of the brothers, their voices discussing their plan though remaining muffled enough so that not all words were understandable. 

Calmly, the manager began to walk towards the entrance to the casino, heels clicking against the marble floor and a tune slipping past his lips. There was an unsettling level of ease in which the man moved, fingers slowly delving into velvet pockets and retrieving his trusty pack of cards.

“Mark my words, Cuphead and Mugman. You won't be able to get your grimy little hands on those contracts... and good luck trying to get to him without fighting me first.”

The grand doors to the casino were flung open, two young boys standing in the doorway with faces filled with determination. Their goal was right before them, so close to the end they could taste it. King Dice stood there with his hands clasped together, cards concealed from sight and an unsettling grin on his face. 

“Well lookee here! You actually pulled it off... but you made me lose a bet! And for that, you ain’t seeing the boss just yet. We’re gonna play a little game first.”