[ Jim's clothes most certainly do not land in a neat pile, but hopefully Zell's too distracted to notice - nope. There he goes. Jim can only smile fondly as he watches his boyfriend tidy up. ]
Hm. What do you want to bet?
[ As Jim asks, he picks up the spinner board and twirls it. Right foot, red. ]
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Hm. What do you want to bet?
[ As Jim asks, he picks up the spinner board and twirls it. Right foot, red. ]