While on the surface he has the personality of an energetic and easygoing entertainer, he nevertheless can be as cruel and sadistic as his boss, The Devil, when he wants to be.
King Dice is an extremely sleazy, deceitful, untrustworthy, and manipulative individual. The buttons on his waistcoat are black, his bowtie is fuchsia purple, and his eyelids are silver.
In The Cuphead Show!, his design stays the same as in the game, but with small changes. When illustrated as behaving in an especially devious or threatening manner, he is also sometimes shown with bright, green colored irises. He also has a pointed black mustache, high black eyebrows and shiny purple eyelids. He is shown wearing white dress gloves and purple dress shoes that match in color with his purple tailcoat, lavender waistcoat, dark purple pants and bow tie. In this case, the single purple pip in the center of the die's face serves as his nose. It is only side number one that has the features of a human face, with eyes, eyebrows, a mustache and a mouth. In the same manner as a conventional six-sided die, faces two through six are painted with their own corresponding number of round, purple pips. I was merely helping out my boss, nothing more.King Dice is roughly six feet tall, having the body of a human man, but with his head being modeled after a floating die. This was a strange situation to be in but in no way an unpleasant one. Once my body was in a horizontal position, The Devil did the unthinkable and seemed to cuddle up to me, holding onto my body as if I was a large pillow. He didn’t use much force, in fact his movements were slow and hesitant I let him. We stayed like this for a while, that was until my boss, pushed me onto the bed. “Alright…” I complied, hesitantly moving closer to sit down on the bed with him my hands got a hold of The Devil’s, getting them off my arms and keeping them between my own. This was not what I expected, at any point in my life. “Maybe stay a little longer, don’t say anything… just stay.”
“I did need it…” His lips eventually parted as those words escaped him, they seemed so distant as if they came from the depths of The Devil’s chest. He was crying, it wasn’t just a few drops as before but a stream of red-coloured tears. His body was trembling, which was odd enough for me to take a look at The Devil’s face. Claws got a hold of my upper arms, as I froze in terror until the realisation hit me: they weren’t digging into my skin, they were simply holding me in place.
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