( The journal being tossed onto the table like that has Esikko nearly popping a blood vessel. He tenses, his cards bending slightly in his hold before he shifts to his right hand, beneath the table, now gripping so tightly at Kirma's thigh that he threatens to rip something right off. )
Why. Is that there.
( Betting it? BETTING IT? What's that expression? Is it good? Is it bad? If it's good, why is he looking like that, when everyone's going to know!! He's going to kill this dog any second now. )
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Why. Is that there.
( Betting it? BETTING IT? What's that expression? Is it good? Is it bad? If it's good, why is he looking like that, when everyone's going to know!! He's going to kill this dog any second now. )