[Hah. He actually doesn't have his large, extravagant coat on him right now - just the loose linen shirt he wears under it, but he reaches into his belt where he's got the deck of cards still. Shuffling them idly.]
I imagine you'll laugh if I tell you that I'm a bit afraid to look.
[He huffs, finally, a real bit of laughter at that.]
It's my boring nickname! If you can do better, feel free.
[The cards keep shuffling. And then they stop. And then they shuffle away again.]
I don't like to give bad readings, you know. Sometimes people come to you and want to hear-- well, they want to hear that their husbands have roving eyes, or their fate is looking grim, a calamity awaits on the horizon. It keeps people coming back for more, too. But who wants to make people sad.
You'd be surprised. People equate pain or suffering with meaning or whatnot. As if it makes you important to know tragedy. Well, it doesn't. It just feels like shit.
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Ah. Full name. Must be serious.
[jokes . . . right now?]
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[She seems a little relieved that he's joking as opposed to the way he seemed earlier, though, as she takes a seat next to him. After a few moments:]
You want to give yourself another reading?
[Though she isn't really one to offer comfort, maybe she can distract him.
...Then again, if he doesn't want to know the future right now, she can understand that.]
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[Hah. He actually doesn't have his large, extravagant coat on him right now - just the loose linen shirt he wears under it, but he reaches into his belt where he's got the deck of cards still. Shuffling them idly.]
I imagine you'll laugh if I tell you that I'm a bit afraid to look.
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[She glances towards the cards, not his face, but after a second:]
I won't laugh.
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It's my boring nickname! If you can do better, feel free.
[The cards keep shuffling. And then they stop. And then they shuffle away again.]
I don't like to give bad readings, you know. Sometimes people come to you and want to hear-- well, they want to hear that their husbands have roving eyes, or their fate is looking grim, a calamity awaits on the horizon. It keeps people coming back for more, too. But who wants to make people sad.
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[But she watches the cards shuffling, tilting her head slightly with a small frown.]
What, really? Who wants to hear that their future will have pain in it?
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[He hesitates, then puts three cards face down.]
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[She glances at the cards, though, waiting for him to flip the first one.]