“HEY!”
Itto approached them with a little juice box in his hand and slurping from it. Towering as always, he was wearing a cropped hoodie that showed his chiseled abs and on top, a purple leather jacket; black jeans with spikes were also part of the outfit. “You look like an absolute good luck charm ~he! and not like I need it, but I have the idea that the guy in the lottery stall has been uh... scamming people”, the oni ‘whispered’ the last words, but they were still normal talking voice volume. “I mean either that OR I just have terrible luck and nah nah nah, Arataki Itto doesn’t have bad luck, y’know what I’m talking about?--- but just in case.. just in case today’s not my day, you should go with me to that stall and get a ticket out for me. We can do anything you want afterwards, deal?”
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