[Interestingly enough, it's not his visible anger that seems to have an effect; she doesn't move back any further than she already was. It just seems to be a question of proximity, of him moving closer to her, and only for that one moment.
She sits upright, crossing her legs.] ...yeah, we could play cards, if you want.
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She sits upright, crossing her legs.] ...yeah, we could play cards, if you want.
I'd, um, like that.