[Fenris' gaze falls to the tickets shooting out of the slots as well, then to Wade as he watches the other nearly fall apart. His brows shoot up, attention flickering back to the screen—]
What!
[But he was winning! Wasn't he? The elf heaves a heavy sigh before cradling his head in his hand.]
Isn't this supposed to be a game you're familiar with?
[The judging stare he levels at Wade would probably be harsher if he didn't maybe possible look somewhat kind of amused.]
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What!
[But he was winning! Wasn't he? The elf heaves a heavy sigh before cradling his head in his hand.]
Isn't this supposed to be a game you're familiar with?
[The judging stare he levels at Wade would probably be harsher if he didn't maybe possible look somewhat kind of amused.]