Rps With My Childhood Friend ~repack~

"Are you going to open your hand?" he asked.

Every throw is a sentence. Rock says, I am stubborn. I am inertia. I will not change. Paper says, I see you. I will cover you. I am the patient answer. Scissors says, I am chaos. I cut through the nonsense. rps with my childhood friend

I looked down at my fist, white-knuckled and tight. In RPS, Rock beats Scissors. But it loses to Paper. But if you open your hand, if you switch the game... "Are you going to open your hand

"I know. I usually let you win."