King Dice took that as a sign he could continue, and kissed the back of his boss’ head. He set down the bill he was holding, and began fiddling with his hands. The Devil stiffened, clearly not expecting that. “You look so cute when you’re focused, you know…” He planted a tiny kiss atop the fluffy head. “Did we make our goal today?” He inquired casually. He stepped inside, walking behind the throne. His boss looked so adorable when he was concentrating on something, right now it being counting the money they had made that day. “Hm? Ah, good.” He then returned to his own work. The Devil glanced up from his desk briefly. He walked down the hallway to his office, sticking his head in the doorway (the Devil usually left it open after hours). He would need to run this by his boss, as per usual. He sighed in relief, running a hand along the back of his neck. The day was done he had just finished cleaning up the main floor of the casino, and could officially call it a night. There was a particular one King Dice liked to exploit. However, being the Devil’s right hand man had its perks. As such, he tended to build up a lot of stress throughout the day, and usually got some pretty bad migraines because of it. But his shifts were long, and cheaters were getting sneakier.
He worked for the Devil himself, and his job was to help trick people into gambling their souls away. To say King Dice’s job wasn’t easy would be the understatement of the year.
