[b][color=662d91][h3]K E N J I    T A K E D A[/h3][/color][/b][sub]Below deck: (In a quiet corner)[/sub]
Interacting with: [@Adeline] Genevieve 

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[color=662d91]"Two shillings!?"[/color] Kenji replies, his tone sharp and surprised, leaving it unclear if he was considering selling or buying the matches after all.
[color=662d91]That's quite a bit."[/color] he adds softly.

Still holding out and looking at the box, he  takes a step, and then another. Soon ducking and weaving the many obstacles on board the ship as he playfully circles Genevieve, always keeping the matches just out of her reach. 
He pauses, musing equally upon the box and her offer that still hung heavily in the air, his green eyes finding hers. He gives a small deliberate shake of his head to flick some unruly strands of dark hair from his face before speaking.

[color=662d91]"But what is two shillings compared to the fortune we are going to find? Haven't you heard, we are going to be rich."[/color] he was so dead-pan about that statement that it was unclear if he was being serious or sarcastic. His eyes however, glimmer with curiosity as they remain fixed on her. Leaving her little time to contemplate on such things, he suddenly tipped the matches out onto the table-like top of a nearby barrel and neatly divided the sticks into two piles. His side noticeably one shorter than hers.
 [color=662d91]"Why are you here."[/color] He thought aloud. The words not really sounding like a question. 
He pulls four matches from her small pile and slides them in to the centre. 

 [color=662d91]"When I guess correctly, I keep these matches, but every guess I make costs me a matchstick. Agreed?"[/color] He politely await her reply, a flicker of a challenge in his eye and a daring smirk on his lips.