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"Ya seem more like Frey's type, anyway," the man retorts, still scowling. "Grinnin' like it's a gods damned personality trait, only feelin' shit physically stead'a emotionally. Whaddya want from Ludo, anyway?"
Still, the man plops down into the sand, extending his hand for the game. He looks almost younger, though that's impossible, right? It must just be a remnant, or the way the sun's hitting his face, but Saiden will have the distinct impression that the man was not unhandsome, once.
"How 'bout we make this interestin'? You win, I'll give ya somethin' shiny. I win, ya give me... somethin' ya won't miss. Let's say yer eye." His own gold ones glitter enticingly, daring Saiden to accept the bet.
Still, the man plops down into the sand, extending his hand for the game. He looks almost younger, though that's impossible, right? It must just be a remnant, or the way the sun's hitting his face, but Saiden will have the distinct impression that the man was not unhandsome, once.
"How 'bout we make this interestin'? You win, I'll give ya somethin' shiny. I win, ya give me... somethin' ya won't miss. Let's say yer eye." His own gold ones glitter enticingly, daring Saiden to accept the bet.
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