I’m sorry — I’ll be more wary now. [He breathes in, composing himself, the eyes under rioting curls of brown hair uncertain as ever as he turns his gaze to the machine once more. His good hand tingles with some panic, as if hovers toward the button. He presses it — it rolls and rolls and rolls.
Six.
He takes those six steps with some trepidation, narrowly avoiding the skull — he lands on another celebratory luck space. More confetti blasts, this time near his face; he has to swat it out of his wild locks.]
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... Don’t double back.
I’m sorry — I’ll be more wary now. [He breathes in, composing himself, the eyes under rioting curls of brown hair uncertain as ever as he turns his gaze to the machine once more. His good hand tingles with some panic, as if hovers toward the button. He presses it — it rolls and rolls and rolls.
Six.
He takes those six steps with some trepidation, narrowly avoiding the skull — he lands on another celebratory luck space. More confetti blasts, this time near his face; he has to swat it out of his wild locks.]
... another lucky square.