The Sweet Man Con's.

Kane was counting up the money he'd just won in a poker game. He had, of course, made a clean sweep. After all, knowing exactly what was in people's mind's totally gave him an edge. As usual, his face was impassive. (As for how a blind guy play's poker? We don't know.) He slipped the wad of bills into his pocket, and began to shuffle his cards again. He shuffled them expertly, in any way known to man, and then pocketed them too.

He pondered if winning poker was a good thing or not, but he was too lazy to decide. He removed the customary navy scarf from his eyes, revealing their shocking blue color. There was a thought in his mind about how Tear was doing, and he was a little surprised. He didn't usually think about other people. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. Winning poker didn't feel..right. Maybe he'd give away all of his money or something.

Kane smiled. "Hi Tear." he said in his regular monotone voice, though somehow it was softened by his dimpled smile. He held out the bills of money to her. "I was looking.." he coughed, "Excuse the figure of speach, for someone to give these to. You want them?" he questioned, training un-seeing, violently blue eyes towards her. His face then went back to impassive, but his eyes were extremely expressive and made him seem three times more alive than when they were covered.

He turned his head from her and shuffled the cards again. Then he stuck them in the card holder and stuck it in the pocket of his jeans. He smiled lightly at her. (Again, don't ask HOW the heck a blind man plays cards. He just does.) And then he placed the blindfold over his eyes again.

Kane smiled again. "You're welcome." he replied simply, sliding into a slouch, facing her. "I'm not really up to much. Just playing with my cards. And don't worry about the money. I give away a lot. I just don't see the point in keeping money when I can give it to someone else." he smirked then, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"So how's your control? I did tell you I'd help you." he quirked an eyebrow at her as he leaned forward, crossing his arms and leaning on the table.

Kane smiled again. Which surprised him. It was rare for him to do much of anything facially. "I know this seems strange for your situation, but the more control you have over your emotions the better control, and the more strength you have with telepathy." he rubbed the back of his neck. It was why he was so emotionally unresponsive. If he lost control of anything he lost control of his mind, which was horrible for him.

He was like the epitome of Zen. Or something like that. But at any rate, he had amazing control..most of the time. Just as long as he didn't get emotional.