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He tilted his head, listening after she spoke. "The storm is slowing." He walked over to the window. "I don't like picking, why don't you." |
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"What? No. I picked the first game. That means you have to pick the second." ¤ She poked him moodily, walking to stand beside him at the window. She stared out into the storm. ¤ "Its only fair." |
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He stuck his tongue out at her. "Well I didn't ask if it was fair, I asked why." He smiled and walked into another room, surely there would be a game of some kind. He ruffled through a drawer and found a deck of cards. A triumphant "Yes!" was said as he walked back. "I got one." Like a child. |
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¤ She giggled. ¤ "One WHAT?" ((I love how he still doesnt know her name and doesnt find that at all troubling)) |
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"A deck of cards don't be silly." He waved it in the air and began shuffling it. |
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¤ She walked over. ¤ "Whats your favorite? No- wait- let me guess- Go Fish." |
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"No. War." He smiled. Going for a second shuffle. |
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"You know the rules then?" He shuffled continually. "Uker is fun too." He grinned. |
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"Euchre? I dunno the rules. War, though? Easy." |
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