[ a lonely fissure he knew when he was young, packed away because there wasn’t any more room for it to split wider. he takes a moment to mull it over, the faint sound of slowly riffling cards one deck at a time. ]
(Wonderful, I’ll teach you. This game takes ages to play, you’ll love it.)
[ and he isn’t lying. one deck, two decks, a table scattered full with them, dozens. it’s a lesson in how to be sly and patient, a series of words that at first won’t quite make sense, but in time and with practice will mean something to the game itself. he’s through in showing her the set up itself, a prologue to the game itself in a guise of tranquil card shuffling and laying out to easy her troubled mind at least a bit. a balm of repetitive sounds, the ruffling of cards. ]
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( Wonderful, I’ll teach you. This game takes ages to play, you’ll love it. )
[ and he isn’t lying. one deck, two decks, a table scattered full with them, dozens. it’s a lesson in how to be sly and patient, a series of words that at first won’t quite make sense, but in time and with practice will mean something to the game itself. he’s through in showing her the set up itself, a prologue to the game itself in a guise of tranquil card shuffling and laying out to easy her troubled mind at least a bit. a balm of repetitive sounds, the ruffling of cards. ]
( Shall I come find you while I set us up? )