[ Maybe he wasn't trying hard enough, or concentrating hard enough. He survived Caroline's vampire rampage but at the cost of clocking himself over the head. He managed to both win money and an audience with the mob, but at the cost of taking on a job he hadn't really planned for. Thinking, but not paying attention.
That was always his problem, wasn't it? Distraction. Lack of focus. Flying by the seat of his pants, winging it. He calls it mid-air and wants tails at least three more times, then maybe a heads to spice it up a bit. ]
Tails.
[ Ian lifts his hand and Nate sits up a little straighter, palms out, radiating blue from his center. ]
Okay, indulge me. Five more times. Tails, tails, tails, heads, tails.
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That was always his problem, wasn't it? Distraction. Lack of focus. Flying by the seat of his pants, winging it. He calls it mid-air and wants tails at least three more times, then maybe a heads to spice it up a bit. ]
Tails.
[ Ian lifts his hand and Nate sits up a little straighter, palms out, radiating blue from his center. ]
Okay, indulge me. Five more times. Tails, tails, tails, heads, tails.