miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion,
Ari/Aud/Miles | 12:00pm
He instinctively considered rattling off all sorts of very unreasonable demands in the event that he won, but Miles shook that petty instinct aside. (It took quite a bit of effort. Pettiness came easily to him.)
“If I win,” Miles said slowly, “I get a bottle of wine from one of the losers and a backrub from the other. I’m a poor overworked elderly soul, after all, on the verge of a broken back. Winning obviously means pulling in the most gil out of the three of us.” He could feel his fingers itching and tingling, antsy to exercise those old muscles. The mime typically worked with larger cons and much larger payouts, but a little bit of pickpocketing would bring him right on back to the early days.