[ Dom stares at her hand on the bed, nostrils slightly flared, the look of nervousness of a boy being invited to sit next to a girl… on a bed. But she's not a girl — she's more than that in some ways, less in others, such as the absence of a heart beat that leaves him blind to the truthfulness behind anything she says. ]
I'm… yeah, of course I'm skilled enough. [ Speaking of: this is a lie. He always needs help. And he finally sits, body language stiff but trying to hide it. Quick, look at how cool he is. ] But that's not the type of stuff you just do for a game.
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I'm… yeah, of course I'm skilled enough. [ Speaking of: this is a lie. He always needs help. And he finally sits, body language stiff but trying to hide it. Quick, look at how cool he is. ] But that's not the type of stuff you just do for a game.