( Three. He concedes a nod, tentative and ill sketched, as he chases the throw with the stiff, stilted twist of his wrist, a delayed release. Clunkily, the dice plop down, sooner than they roll.
...three.
Lan Wangji would be impressed, if not for the uncanny, biting, irrevocable feeling that there is not one game of chance that this man has not or would not turn to advantage. Ah.
He collects the dice again. )
Your husband. ( There. Feed that addiction. ) He has been in health.
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( Three. He concedes a nod, tentative and ill sketched, as he chases the throw with the stiff, stilted twist of his wrist, a delayed release. Clunkily, the dice plop down, sooner than they roll.
...three.
Lan Wangji would be impressed, if not for the uncanny, biting, irrevocable feeling that there is not one game of chance that this man has not or would not turn to advantage. Ah.
He collects the dice again. )
Your husband. ( There. Feed that addiction. ) He has been in health.