A six, he visualized, as clearly as he could, projecting it out on the world, and a two.
The dice ricocheted off the table and off the back wall, then came to rest on the table: a six and a two.
Feliks bounced up and down in a way that ought to have been precarious in the heels he was wearing, but wasn't in particular, after all the times he'd worn them.
"Is that an eight? God, look at that! You won!"
Swept away in mock excitement, he wrapped himself around the older man's arm, eyes glimmering. "You must be really good at this -- you made it look so easy!"
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The dice ricocheted off the table and off the back wall, then came to rest on the table: a six and a two.
Feliks bounced up and down in a way that ought to have been precarious in the heels he was wearing, but wasn't in particular, after all the times he'd worn them.
"Is that an eight? God, look at that! You won!"
Swept away in mock excitement, he wrapped himself around the older man's arm, eyes glimmering. "You must be really good at this -- you made it look so easy!"