Anti-OTP: Childermass and Karla

[abitofboth]

Childermass is in the front room, shuffling his cards. Or as well as one can, when the vast majority are copied on receipts and scraps of paper, but his slightly gnarled hands are quite deft at it. Whether or not he's looking to tell someone's fortune is anyone's guess.

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[glacianbitch]

Karla very nearly strolls right by, but then notices someone in the room and pokes her head in. "Hello?" She asks curiously, watching his hands to try to see what they're doing.

[abitofboth]

"Good day." He looks are her. "Looking for something?"

[glacianbitch]

She shakes her head. "No, not really." And strolls over to peer over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

[abitofboth]

"Shuffling my deck. They're Marseilles Cards."