Fucking hilario... [Kaiji's eyes go to the crisp lines of notes tucked inside the wallet. Then to the impressive array of cards, the supple leather of the wallet and finally to the ID, where he was supposed to be looking the whole time. He can't even resist it and in those moments, a slightly pained look crossing his face.

Goddamn it!]

[pretending like he doesn't care] ... hilarious. But I'll need to check the ID by hand. You know, just to make sure it's not some kind of shady fake.

["Just like you".]