Fraser stopped lifting his head and went still, looking somewhere above the cards, but not all the way to his face. Nothing happened, more nothing, then he said, "Whatever seems most appropriate," sounding pretty normal. He primmed his mouth back up and started scooping up the cards, hands tossing them together like he'd been sharking since his cradle. After a minute, he said, "Ante in?"
*flails in your direction*
just. the way you use WORDS omg.
And the way the whole conversation plays out the metaphor of poker, the game that means so much more than a game (I just rewatched Odds yesterday and was reminded of how much meaning all the guys bring to the table as they're trying to explain to Fraser how to play).
And... I had a terrible day but this makes it *all better*.
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Date: 2006-08-09 05:22 am (UTC)*flails in your direction*
just. the way you use WORDS omg.
And the way the whole conversation plays out the metaphor of poker, the game that means so much more than a game (I just rewatched Odds yesterday and was reminded of how much meaning all the guys bring to the table as they're trying to explain to Fraser how to play).
And... I had a terrible day but this makes it *all better*.