[at least he looks a little awkward sidling in here. with his fucking cat. the cat is definitely here too and when molly just sits in front of the cage, he puts the cat in his lap to continue petting it.]
Out comes the deck then. Golden filigree ink on a dark field, an image of the moon on the back. Shuffling them quickly and efficently. He doesn't do much showmanship at this part. At least, not right now, for Law in the cage.
Then he puts three down, left to right. Pointing at each in turn.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
W3 - SATURDAY
. . . I don't blame you. That one was dangerous.
no subject
They were a little unsettling.
[ to say the absolute least. ]
You're going to run out of "dangerous" ones soon, and then where will the rest of you be?
no subject
[but even he knows that's not likely to happen.]
no subject
[ no rest until all men are dead, ig. ]
no subject
[huff. he just leans back on his hands.]
So, was it worth it?
no subject
[ give him a moment to mull over molly's question. he has heard it before but.... ]
Yeah, I'd say so. Or, well, at least I don't have any regrets for what I've done.
no subject
[digging in his coat.]
A reading? For the road, as it were.
no subject
Sure, let me have one. I'm curious what your cards will say.
no subject
Out comes the deck then. Golden filigree ink on a dark field, an image of the moon on the back. Shuffling them quickly and efficently. He doesn't do much showmanship at this part. At least, not right now, for Law in the cage.
Then he puts three down, left to right. Pointing at each in turn.]
Past. Present. Future.
[As if there's a future to behold and all.]