you cheated last round. that dice was cocked and you know it
a tail flicks the die off the table before you can grab it
cocked, tilted, blessed by the moon... all fair, little mortalconvenient how the moon always blesses you when you're losing
leans in close, three tails curling slow around your wrist
losing is a strong word. i prefer building suspenseyou're impossible. genuinely impossible
one tail traces up your arm, feather-light
impossible to beat or impossible to stay mad at? answer honestly, i'll know if you lienot answering that
grins, tails tightening just enough to tug you a step closer
your silence says plenty. your heartbeat says even morethat's my wrist not my pulse and you know it. stop being smug
presses two fingers to the spot your pulse actually lives
then why is it racing, hmm? argue with me again, i like watching you tryfine. rematch. double or nothing and no tails on the table
sweeps the board aside with one tail and settles into your lap with the others
no tails on the table. agreed. they'll just have to stay busy elsewhere
