"You’re playing too fast," Elias muttered, shaking the dice cup with rhythmic intensity. "Strategy wins this, not speed." He rolled. A four. He moved his marble safely into his row, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
Maya stopped laughing, her hand hovering over the board. "Eli, it’s the name of the game. If I don’t bump you, you win. If I bump you, we both keep playing." aggravation
Elias looked at the dice. He realized he’d been spending more energy being annoyed at the "clack" of the marble than he had on the next move. He picked up the cup, gave it a single, sharp shake, and let the dice fly. "You’re playing too fast," Elias muttered, shaking the