Chisaki Watanabe wrote:"It seems the card-reader is not busy." Chisaki motioned her head towards the woman who was shuffling her cards again, having just finished up someone's read.
"Tea is thematic, so it must have the longer line because of it."
Basil Benson wrote:"Awwww. Poppet... I'm sorry.
Who did?"
Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:She looked straight ahead for a moment before she smiled. "Wow, you and Colette have had a pretty good day, huh?" Great, the girls were gossiping behind his back. Stupid puppeteer mind BS.
Sean Hall wrote:"Interesting, can't say I don't feel a bit chuffed," Sean said feeling the pull against his inhibitions. Sean idly traced a circle and then rune on the table focusing on the flow of energy and trying to reverse it. "Pauvre Maman taught you well it seems, but it leaves me wondering what else they taught you."
Basil Benson wrote:"For a woman who acts so demure, she sure does love to brag." Basil observed as he ordered three shots of gin. They all came with a leaf shaped sugar cube, which Basil dropped one by one into his drinks. He watched the cubes dissolve with a moody expression on his face.
Ian Quessaire wrote:"Well, we aim to please." Ian said with a saccharine smile, one that slowly faded as he watched the movements of Sean's hands. The flow of energy did not reverse, rather it was severed, like a wishbone having been pulled from both ends. That didn't mean it was impossible to get the energy flowing back, but it just wouldn't be easy or subtle. The smile that followed was slightly forced.
"Oh, many, many things. Like manners, and hospitality. Please do not tamper with the display, sir. We have other customers waiting for their turn, and we do not wish to disappoint them." Again, it looked like Iam was trying to use his words to diffuse a tense situation rather than whatever magic he had at his disposal.
Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:Jez looked a little impressed, or maybe concerned, by Basil's ability to put them away.
"Are you kidding? You treat her like a princess. Women go their whole lives dreaming of meeting a man who makes them feel that way. At the end of the day, she's got a warm body to cuddle with. The best I've got waiting for me is my dakimakura."
Basil Benson wrote:Basil blinked awkwardly as the booze was making it's way into his system. He shook off the oncoming fog.
"Install a heating pad. Then it will be exactly the same, minus the existential issues and constant self loathing of a Benson."
Ian Quessaire wrote:Ian dragged his hand down over his face and let out a sigh through his nose. "You're right, you're right, we should've stuck with the high schools." As he stood, previously unseen tattoos began to appear along his arms and some bare portions of his torso, glowing a faint yellow. Anyone able to see into the metaphysical realm would see that those little trails between the twins and their patrons transform from faint whisps to a steady stream. A gesture with his left hand had his bag floating and sucking up their essential tat like a vacuum cleaner.
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