ivory; noun "ivories", Slang: a. the keys of a piano or of a similar keyboard instrument. b. dice.
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They never would have gotten to this point on a normal day; Ryuuzaki Sensei would have decided the players in the matches, perhaps with a little of Tezuka or Inui's input, and her word would have been final, until Seigaku had one of their usual upsets and unexpected happenings. But Sensei was unwell, and left to their own devices, Tezuka had unexpectedly produced a bottle of vodka and he and Fuji had begun to trade shots. Fuji had been amused at first by the alcohol, though it was easy to see this wasn't a habit so much as an attempt at spontaneity, and soon became hysterical after getting himself accidentally almost-drunk.
Luckily Tezuka was in much the same state. The decision of who was to be playing First Singles in the match wasn't intended to be decided by who could handle their first taste of drink better, and never would have worked if it was. But now that they were relaxed, their arguments as to why they should each be the one to do it would flow more freely.
Except Fuji was busy; he had noticed the piano in the corner of the room, which belonged to Tezuka's mother, and was trying to tap out a tune. Tezuka narrowed his eyes while he concentrated and tried to discern the music, if you could call it that. It sounded like... Chopsticks.
Fuji might have been an excellent tennis player, but he was no musician. Tezuka told him so.
"It sounds now like you're on my side," he replied amiably, "is that not a good reason it should be me to play?"
"Your sister reads tarot, doesn't she?" Tezuka asked, "let's leave it to the hands of fate."
He opened his fist to reveal two dice, which he let fall to the floor. They rolled backwards to him.
"Zero-Shiki," Fuji smiled, unphased, "but I thought these were dice."
"They are numbered." Tezuka pointed out.
"Is this really about fate, or skill?" Fuji asked carefully. Tezuka just looked at him.
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a. IVORY
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ivory; noun
"ivories", Slang:
a. the keys of a piano or of a similar keyboard instrument.
b. dice.
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They never would have gotten to this point on a normal day; Ryuuzaki Sensei would have decided the players in the matches, perhaps with a little of Tezuka or Inui's input, and her word would have been final, until Seigaku had one of their usual upsets and unexpected happenings. But Sensei was unwell, and left to their own devices, Tezuka had unexpectedly produced a bottle of vodka and he and Fuji had begun to trade shots. Fuji had been amused at first by the alcohol, though it was easy to see this wasn't a habit so much as an attempt at spontaneity, and soon became hysterical after getting himself accidentally almost-drunk.
Luckily Tezuka was in much the same state. The decision of who was to be playing First Singles in the match wasn't intended to be decided by who could handle their first taste of drink better, and never would have worked if it was. But now that they were relaxed, their arguments as to why they should each be the one to do it would flow more freely.
Except Fuji was busy; he had noticed the piano in the corner of the room, which belonged to Tezuka's mother, and was trying to tap out a tune. Tezuka narrowed his eyes while he concentrated and tried to discern the music, if you could call it that. It sounded like... Chopsticks.
Fuji might have been an excellent tennis player, but he was no musician. Tezuka told him so.
"It sounds now like you're on my side," he replied amiably, "is that not a good reason it should be me to play?"
"Your sister reads tarot, doesn't she?" Tezuka asked, "let's leave it to the hands of fate."
He opened his fist to reveal two dice, which he let fall to the floor. They rolled backwards to him.
"Zero-Shiki," Fuji smiled, unphased, "but I thought these were dice."
"They are numbered." Tezuka pointed out.
"Is this really about fate, or skill?" Fuji asked carefully. Tezuka just looked at him.
"You decide."
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