[He glances over. Hm, it's like before...he can't get overconfident, but until Ryou starts guessing larger numbers, Atem won't know much about his hand. He plays it safe.]
Two fours.
[He leans an arm on the couch's armrest, propping his chin up on it and gazing over at Ryou. Your move.]
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Two fours.
[He leans an arm on the couch's armrest, propping his chin up on it and gazing over at Ryou. Your move.]