He's holding a jack. Three on the table. There is no possible way that he'll get hit with another face card. None. But before he can call for the hit, somebody drops a sweating pint in front of him.
The voice -- hell, the hand -- register before his brain can really accept what he's seeing. There's nothing but joy in Gojyo's face as he turns, tension he didn't even know he was holding draining away as Doku's face comes into view. He's here. ...He's another hostage of whoever kidnapped them, yes, sure, but he's here. If he's going to be kidnapped an his team mindwiped, there's nobody he'd rather have at his side than his brother.
Which means this is probably a trap, but god, how can he doubt Doku? The man's face is probably in the dictionary under 'steadfast'. For a moment, all he can do is grin like an idiot.
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The voice -- hell, the hand -- register before his brain can really accept what he's seeing. There's nothing but joy in Gojyo's face as he turns, tension he didn't even know he was holding draining away as Doku's face comes into view. He's here. ...He's another hostage of whoever kidnapped them, yes, sure, but he's here. If he's going to be kidnapped an his team mindwiped, there's nobody he'd rather have at his side than his brother.
Which means this is probably a trap, but god, how can he doubt Doku? The man's face is probably in the dictionary under 'steadfast'. For a moment, all he can do is grin like an idiot.
"Took you long enough."