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Frost's younger sister came to live with him 6 months ago; one could say Y/N is a bit of an oddball because she doesn't talk and she doesn't like to be touched. The Joker allowed her to help the crew from time to time without knowing that the only reason for the woman's presence amidst them was actually him.
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Shiro takes a look at the new cards facing down in front of him, glad to see 3 kings in his pile:
"I'm in," he slides a stash of hundreds towards the middle of the poker table, distracted by your kiss in the next second: you're sitting in his lap and make it hard for him to concentrate since you won't stop teasing.
"Mistress, are you going to play?" Kiyoshi asks and Frost throws a handful of chips in his direction:
"Shut up! She cleared us up last time so it's fine if she doesn't!"
Miyuki giggles, taking another glance at your brother: you don't have to be a genius in order to notice she's still in love with him. They dated three years ago and it didn't work out; God knows why: in your personal opinion they were perfect for each other.
"I fold," she sighs because there is no way she could win this round with the lousy hand she got from the dealer.
"I'm in," The Joker growls, quite happy with his cards. He keeps sipping from the herbal tea you brewed especially for him: he doesn't like the taste but it's sure helping with the migraine. He was told that most of the ingredients could become poison in one's body if not measured accurately; thankfully Y/N is mastering this skill too and strangely enough J didn't even doubt her expertise, glad the splitting headache is almost gone.
There's a bunch of small talk and laughter going on between the 12 people gathered outside the terrace for the poker party: mostly important Yakuza members in charge of different branches under your husband's leadership. He's silent for the moment though since you just whispered something in his ear that suddenly made the rest fade:
"I'm not wearing anything under my kimono".
You feel his grip tightening around your waist and you peck his cheek, pleased to see him simmer under the apparent indifference. Shiro's eagerness is reaching new heights once you stand up and discretely leave the table; he takes another shot of sake, slamming the cup in front of Akihiro:
"Pour me another one, please!"
"Thirsty?" the head of San Antonio network winks and obliges the request.
"Very," your spouse admits, guzzling down another shot of his favorite drink and tosses his cards to the side. "Play a few rounds without me!" he announces and abandons the poker opponents in search for his wife.
J watches Shiro stepping inside the house, then walking on the long hallway attempting to guess in which room you are; a hand abruptly snatches him and he ends up inside the walk-in closet with Y/N locking the door for more privacy.
