[She glances at her cards and just giggles, smile tight-lipped at his first question. Clawed fingers slide seven chips across the table to raise the bet. The anger, the jealousy that she feels at times, when she thinks about people like Yugi and Naegi and Ryou, who make friends so easily because they're so capable of being 'kind'. It comes in an unexpected wave.]
Do you really want to know?
[She says, instead. Letting that simmer between them.]
Or are you asking to try and dissuade me from your precious Ryou?
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Do you really want to know?
[She says, instead. Letting that simmer between them.]
Or are you asking to try and dissuade me from your precious Ryou?