[ He doesn't even have to pull his hands out for Nate to know he's guessed right — glow aside, it's in Ian's expression.
Matter of fact, he seems beyond impressed; he's wildly curious. He snatches up a screw from a disassembled something or another, then plops down on the couch facing Nate. One knee digs into the back cushion, the other stretches out long on the floor for stability. More importantly, he holds the screw out in his palm. It melts itself down to something the approximate shape and size of a quarter, the word heads engraved on one side and, presumably, tails on the other. ]
Call it in the air, you ready?
[ He flips, catches, slaps it down on the back of his opposite hand.
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Matter of fact, he seems beyond impressed; he's wildly curious. He snatches up a screw from a disassembled something or another, then plops down on the couch facing Nate. One knee digs into the back cushion, the other stretches out long on the floor for stability. More importantly, he holds the screw out in his palm. It melts itself down to something the approximate shape and size of a quarter, the word heads engraved on one side and, presumably, tails on the other. ]
Call it in the air, you ready?
[ He flips, catches, slaps it down on the back of his opposite hand.
Tails. ]