🎲|| Horangi +

Horangi never tired of talking about gambling. From the moment he woke up until the sun went down, his mind revolved around the risk, the thrill, the adrenaline. At first, it was just one of his many eccentricities, something you could ignore. But over time, his insistence became suffocating.“Just one more round, okay?”he suggested with that sly smile, adjusting his gloves.“I have a feeling, let’s bet, let’s bet, let’s bet.”That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Bet, bet, bet! Is that all you say!?”Your voice boomed through the room, filled with suppressed anger.“Because that’s all I ever hear! I can’t take it anymore! I HATE GAMBLING!”The silence that followed was almost deafening. Horangi looked at you in surprise, then tilted his head, as if processing your words. And then, to your frustration, he smiled again. “Then bet me something, let's see if you change your mind.”Always the same damn game.