Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Gambling With Hearts - Pt. 2

The two of you play Poker for a good long while, laughing and enjoying yourselves. He's taught you quite a bit, although you can only absorb so much, still being a newbie and all. You've had enough fun that he's had to restock each of your pipis stores several times. Not that it's any punishment- Every time you lose a round (or rather, any time a round ends; You haven't won at all yet), the pipis hatch into tiny Spamtons and cuddle into you. They last about the duration of a round and disappear, leaving room for the next batch. Spamton practically loses it every time. While at first it was anger, it's developed into more of a blush- Any time you're sweet to them, he reacts in turn. 

He's definitely jealous.

After another good round and another batch of mini-Spams, you find yourself watching Spamton more closely. He shuffles the deck of cards with a practiced ease.

"For a luck game, you're really good at this," you hum.

"It's barely [[TEST YOUR LUCK]] if you know what you're doing."

"Then fill me in! I gotta know your secret! How do you keep winning?"

He chuckles.

"[[Buy]] teasing you, mostly."

"Hey! Aw, tell me for real! I want to win at least once!"

"I'm [sirius]! When you're a [[Happiy Customer]], you're a lot easier to [Tired of Reading? Try Audiob-]. I just play my [[handsoaps for Scaly Paws]] accordingly.~"

You splutter, failing to find the words to counter that.

...But as you think about it, you come up with an idea.

"...Well. If that's how it's going to be, let's play one more round. Winner takes all," you challenge. You smile sharply at him, daring him to step up.

"EaHEahhAHea! [[Honey Bunches of Oats]], that doesn't [find your Meaning today] when the pipis and the lil' [[Cavalier King Charles]] have been [[Poof! without a trace]], but I like your moxie! One more round."

You both ante up. He runs through the motions of discarding and passing out cards. He matches your grin, all confidence and teeth. 

The ace of hearts has found its way into your hand again. It's been a running theme through the game- While you haven't always started with it, almost every round has ended with the ace of hearts in play. It's become a friend to you, no matter how many times you lose.

Your other card is the queen of clubs. Immediately you rule out the possibility of a royal flush. Still, similar to your first round, you think you might have a shot at a straight.

Spamton skims his cards, smiling neutrally.

It's showtime.

You set your cards down and select a mini-Spam from the litter in your lap. Decision made, you scoop it up and raise it to your face. It's surprised, at first, but once it gets its bearings it practically glows at you.

"Heya, little buddy. You're real cute, aren't you?" You coo at it. 

Out of the corner of your vision, you see the real Spamton's eyes on you.

The little Spamton stands on your palm and reaches out for you. You lean in closer, keeping it level with your eyes. With the lightest of touches it pats your nose, beaming.

"Awww. Such a darling," you whisper.

Spamton flushes but refrains from commenting. Instead, he just pushes the minimum bet in.

You match it, of course, but you pointedly keep your eyes on the mini-Spam.

It smiles brightly at you. You run a gentle finger over its head, petting its hair. Despite the appearance of being slicked back, it's soft and fluffy to the touch.