“Hey, hey, play a game with me.” She extends her arms, fists held tight. “If you can guess which hand has something in it, you can have whatever it is.” Safety is not guaranteed.
↳ ❂ ↰ “If it’s small enough to fit in your hand, I probably don’t want it.” Except if it was money, but even if that were the case, it wouldn’t be more than a dollar or two. He didn’t mind guessing (it was easy, either based on the change in her grip or other tells)–he just didn’t want to win something he didn’t want. “I mean, I’ll do it if you tell me what I’m playing for, I guess.”
