[It was all about subtlety: Ask questions, get answers, pick up the crumbs and follow them. But as Takeshi settled into a seat, lounged and polished off the last of a very purple drink. He let it sit on his tongue as he took the time to settle as if it were just another job.
Then, slouching with his elbows on his knees, he kept his tinted gaze on the party rather than the boss.]
All clammed up, Yamamoto... -sama. Nobody's sellin', neither.
[He drummed his fingertips over the highball glass.]
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Then, slouching with his elbows on his knees, he kept his tinted gaze on the party rather than the boss.]
All clammed up, Yamamoto... -sama. Nobody's sellin', neither.
[He drummed his fingertips over the highball glass.]
Everybody's all-in on the tournament comin' up.