?King Dice X Devil?

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[Slight warning: my writing style is probably much more different from last chapter, so please be patient with me!]

We continue!

Wheezy parted his lips, and nothing but a cold chuckle escaped.

Dice stared with a confused look and placed his hand on wheezy's back

Dice: what's going on, wheezy

Wheezy lifted his head to meet dices, his eyes were glossy with tears, while his face was red with rage.

Wheezy: why....

He chuckled again.

Wheezy: why of all people,would you fall for the devil? It was only a matter of time before he did something like this to you.

A grin stretched across wheezy's face. It looked as if he was going insane.

Dice kept his face calm, even though his head ran with thoughts.

Dice: What do you mean, wheezy?

Almost immediately wheezy's grin vanished.

Wheezy: Oh, you dont know? Why dont you ask your boyfriend what he's been doing with my ex wife!

Dice's face went damn near pale.

Dice: I dont know what you're implying, but it is COMPLETELY unnecessary!

He stormed out of wheezy's room with a deep growl. Who knows where he went.

[The author]
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Shortly after dice left, Wheezy slumped back into his bed, his normal flame is nothing but burnt tobacco.

Pirouette walked in and sat on the edge of his bed, and began to rub wheezy's back soothingly.

Pirouette: It's nothing worth getting upset over, dear, your heart doesn't deserve this.

She sat on his bed a while longer. His breathing had subsided but he'd still hiccup occasionally

Piroutte: I have to get back to work now, but please dont dwell on it too much...

A few hours had passed and wheezy was still laying in his bed.

He turned his head slightly to light knocking on his door.

[Y/n] creeped in quietly, they were unsure if he was asleep or not. They decided to keep quiet, the sound of a glass object could be heard being placed on his night stand before they Left the room again.

More hours passed and wheezy had decided to get up and stretch. Nothing would change if he stayed in bed all day. .

He held a lighter to the top of his head, and a small flame began to burn, similar to the light glow of fire, buried under the sticks of a campfire, a calm and rather quiet flame..

He noticed a letter on his nightstand.

I know you're not feeling great right now,
But you'll ne feeling 10× better in due time
And if you're not...
...
I'll beat the shit out of candice
....
I'll beat her even if you are feeling better
...
I know we dont know eachother that well, but you dont deserve to be upset over a wh*re like her. I wanna see that amazing gambling smile of yours!