[ wanda doesn't bother to try and downplay it. she doesn't bother to try and squash it between other words and meanings. yes, she wants him to visit the plant. she's winning right now. she's on a high that she intends to ride out until she crashes, but… she's not crashing.
but she knows what he's asked and what she's said, and she doesn't particularly want that to linger. so, she holds out her closed fist holding the die toward him. ]
Blow.
[ she's seen them do it in the movies. it's meant to be good luck. ]
[ wanda doesn't look at him as she shakes the die in her hand ferociously. when she lets it go, they prove that… he is, indeed, a lucky charm. she squeals with delight. (or wanda's still making probability hexes and making everything roll out in her favour. it's really hard to tell.)
That's why I'm guaranteeing it stays—and you are helping me.
[ she smiles and nods at him before she thrusts her open palm toward him again to repeat the action. she looks at him pointedly, waiting for him to share some of his good luck. ]
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[ wanda knows how one plant sings. if the others sing as well as that one, then he has a gentle-sounding choir on his hands.
she finally shakes her hand before flicking the dice along the felt of the game. the crowd cheers again as she wins once more.
without looking at him, she pulls the chips towards her. ] Maybe I can teach them some Slavic songs.
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( just saying. he draws the line there. )
They're my plants, I raised them, no having them make fun of me.
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she doesn't roll the die again, keeping them in her hands as she shakes them absently. her pile of chips is merely growing. ]
If you raised them, does that mean you are planning to visit the one at my house? [ she cocks her brow at him. ] Or have you given me full custody?
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( don't be pedantic, wanda. )
Do you want me to visit?
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[ wanda doesn't bother to try and downplay it. she doesn't bother to try and squash it between other words and meanings. yes, she wants him to visit the plant. she's winning right now. she's on a high that she intends to ride out until she crashes, but… she's not crashing.
but she knows what he's asked and what she's said, and she doesn't particularly want that to linger. so, she holds out her closed fist holding the die toward him. ]
Blow.
[ she's seen them do it in the movies. it's meant to be good luck. ]
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What did that just do?
( besides feel a little weird. )
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[ wanda doesn't look at him as she shakes the die in her hand ferociously. when she lets it go, they prove that… he is, indeed, a lucky charm. she squeals with delight. (or wanda's still making probability hexes and making everything roll out in her favour. it's really hard to tell.)
but she's smiling widely at him. ]
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( that he was good luck or a good anything. he chuckles. )
Be careful before your luck runs out, huh?
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[ she smiles and nods at him before she thrusts her open palm toward him again to repeat the action. she looks at him pointedly, waiting for him to share some of his good luck. ]