Deuce looked up from his fiddle at Ace, smiled a bit. He set the instrument in its nearby case and rolled a shoulder, stretching. "I do not need to go looking for trouble, prala," he said, the words almost fond; "You find me."
He fastened the fiddle cases' latches, his expression turning grim. "They are going to get themselves killed, I think."
Deuce huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. Arguably the nicer brother, he couldn't fault Ace's logic. Always better to send a gadjo in a Roma's stead when dying is a possibility. Gadje bred like rabbits, Roma didn't.
"If they die this time, do you suppose they will be brought back?" Deuce asked, stealing one of Ace's cards mid-shuffle. It was Ace of Spades. "Or will they stay dead as punishment?"
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He fastened the fiddle cases' latches, his expression turning grim. "They are going to get themselves killed, I think."
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"If they die this time, do you suppose they will be brought back?" Deuce asked, stealing one of Ace's cards mid-shuffle. It was Ace of Spades. "Or will they stay dead as punishment?"
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