[he could point out that this feels very juvenile. he could also point out that, statically, assuming there are no other outside influences, there's a 50/50 chance of them both picking the same bead anyway. he could even point out that these beads shouldn't feel like anything, because that's not how well-behaved, King-fearing citizens interact with the world.
but he says none of that, frowning at the challenge that's been placed in both of his hands. he's never done this without looking before... and it bothers him that he already knows which one he hand-picked because the shine of it delighted him, and which one may as well be any other bead in the shop.
he feels a little tricked, suddenly. which is stupid, because he's the one who allowed himself to fall into this particular position. the only thing keeping him from pedaling back is the strange, somewhat attractive thought of Tek damning himself just as much as he's damning Tonic by playing this game in the first place.
either way, when he opens his eyes, he draws back both of his hands, puts them behind his back just long enough to swap the beads between hands a couple of times, and then holds two loose fists out for Tek to pick between.]
Okay, which one is it?
[given even a moment of serious consideration, Tek will realize that the bead is not in either hand, but was instead tucked into the top of Tonic's corset during the misdirection.]
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but he says none of that, frowning at the challenge that's been placed in both of his hands. he's never done this without looking before... and it bothers him that he already knows which one he hand-picked because the shine of it delighted him, and which one may as well be any other bead in the shop.
he feels a little tricked, suddenly. which is stupid, because he's the one who allowed himself to fall into this particular position. the only thing keeping him from pedaling back is the strange, somewhat attractive thought of Tek damning himself just as much as he's damning Tonic by playing this game in the first place.
either way, when he opens his eyes, he draws back both of his hands, puts them behind his back just long enough to swap the beads between hands a couple of times, and then holds two loose fists out for Tek to pick between.]
Okay, which one is it?
[given even a moment of serious consideration, Tek will realize that the bead is not in either hand, but was instead tucked into the top of Tonic's corset during the misdirection.]