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Jun. 15th, 2009 09:48 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Gilbert has playing cards with him, tonight.
They're not his, exactly. It's amazing what some of the upperclassmen at his school don't notice getting picked up, when they're busy studying. But they are quite pretty, with the symbols and suits on each slip drawn into some sort of fanciful design, and they seem to have a firm hold on the boy's attention.
He's staring down at the table and dealing out what looks roughly like a game of Baccarat - Baccarat with a very weak grasp of the rules, perhaps, because there are a few too many cards here or too few there, now and again. Or it might just be a semi-random flop of cards.
Needless to say, his head is firmly planted in the clouds, at the moment. He might not appreciate distraction, but it would probably be healthy?
They're not his, exactly. It's amazing what some of the upperclassmen at his school don't notice getting picked up, when they're busy studying. But they are quite pretty, with the symbols and suits on each slip drawn into some sort of fanciful design, and they seem to have a firm hold on the boy's attention.
He's staring down at the table and dealing out what looks roughly like a game of Baccarat - Baccarat with a very weak grasp of the rules, perhaps, because there are a few too many cards here or too few there, now and again. Or it might just be a semi-random flop of cards.
Needless to say, his head is firmly planted in the clouds, at the moment. He might not appreciate distraction, but it would probably be healthy?