[ the corners of his lips quirk upwards into a smile and there's a quick flash of fondness. ] The people are the best part. [ there's a part of him that wants to judge pratt for keeping the unicorn, but the rest of him points out that it does look very soft, so he continues scratching off his card.
silence; he compares his boxes to the winning symbols, and—
nothing. of course: typical parker luck. he rolls his eyes and shoves the scratchcard back into a pocket. ] —Knives? Do I want to meet the guy who has a knife that reminds him of home?
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silence; he compares his boxes to the winning symbols, and—
nothing. of course: typical parker luck. he rolls his eyes and shoves the scratchcard back into a pocket. ] —Knives? Do I want to meet the guy who has a knife that reminds him of home?