I'm sure. [ Kostos drums his fingers on the table, once apiece. In another time and place, trading threats with another man, there'd be sparks, like a thumb on the scale. But Nikos must know he'd never. Or if he doesn't know, he's one of the few people Kostos wouldn't want to think otherwise.
He draws a card while he's busy sullenly staring Nikos down, and only looks at it belatedly. The Angel of Death. But his hand is a losing one, unless Nikos has had unreasonably bad luck. He keeps it and discards another. He'll sort out how to play it later—try, at least. ]
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Date: 2018-02-22 03:08 am (UTC)He draws a card while he's busy sullenly staring Nikos down, and only looks at it belatedly. The Angel of Death. But his hand is a losing one, unless Nikos has had unreasonably bad luck. He keeps it and discards another. He'll sort out how to play it later—try, at least. ]
Does smugness look that insufferable on me?