[They both make each other like this. Depending on who you ask, it's a real problem, but as usual, he's too caught up in the argument of the moment to notice or care. Well, maybe argument is too strong a word— this is a friendly dinner, but also, this kind of counts as friendly for them?
Sort of.]
Yeah? You wanna put some real mora on that?
[WEE-WOO WEE-WOO DANGER ALERT]
I'll bet you 500 mora that I can pound more bowls of ramen than you in ten minutes!
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[He has a point, but she sure as hell isn't going to back down over a simple thing like facts. (WHY DOES HE MAKE HER LIKE THIS?)]
I can give you a run for your mora in just about any contest.
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Sort of.]
Yeah? You wanna put some real mora on that?
[WEE-WOO WEE-WOO DANGER ALERT]
I'll bet you 500 mora that I can pound more bowls of ramen than you in ten minutes!
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[The ramen shop owner visibly cringes, knowing exactly where this is headed.]
Sir, bring us your biggest bowls of ramen, and keep 'em coming!
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[He slams a fist against the counter— again, causing the owner to startle slightly, even if he should expect it by now.]
Even if we tell you to stop, even if we beg, don't listen! No room for quitters here!
[Maybe he's taking this a little far, but... it's probably fine.]
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[After recovering from his second startling of the night, he sighs and rubs his temples. "Which one of you will be paying for all of this?"]
The loser, obviously. Right, Itto?
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[That should— probably give him pause. He's not always the champion he claims to be, and he only ever has enough mora to just get by, if that, but—
Nah. He's definitely gonna win this one. He grins broadly, reaching both arms over his head and lacing his fingers together to stretch.]
Bring it on, I am ready!
[Today's sweet sweet taste of victory will be RAMEN.]