No sense of school spirit? You're kidding, right? Everyone bet they'd win, she's make so much more when it happened the other way. Inside information said the ace had a cold; prediction: loss, was as good as gold.]
Mm~ Right. [Nabiki rolled over onto her other side, tossing her magazine under the dining room table. Waiting was so boring. She should be in a sea of red and white making sure her bet collectors were doing their jobs, not waiting at home because daddy had to ~talk~ to her. What kind of name was Dead Master, anyway?
Shouldn't she here by now?]