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[aphephobic]

[Hisoka hates sweets. He hates them a lot. Empty calories in general tend to rub him the wrong way, which made it extra surprising when he found that weird little note lying around:]

Libra:
• Your sudden sweet tooth is probably a sign of impending doom

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[purpledemoneyes]

[A tent outside the bakery? MYSTERIOUS. And a lot less creepy than worrying about having Muraki in the walls. Staggering drunkedly out of the bakery, he takes a peek inside the tent.]

What are you doing here?

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[aphephobic]

[So far, Hisoka's spent his tent-time behaving quite like a pig. He's double-fisting a muffin and candybar presently, his face a mess of crumbs and chocolate.]

Reading people. [Duh.]

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[purpledemoneyes]

[There's candy and muffins and oh. Tsuzuki can't tear his drunken gaze away.]

You have some-- uhm. Can I have a taste, Hisoka?

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[aphephobic]

[Wait what. What is this sharing.] Why?

Bakery's right there. Get your own.

[hisdarkmark]

[Hey bff, have a Draco wandering up toward you with all sorts of smoke still pouring from his nose and ears. He's going to take in the outfit first, then the sign, then back to the outfit...

...before promptly laughing his arse off.]

[aphephobic]

Oh, like you're one to talk. [Hisoka's not even going to bother commenting on the smoke, though he will bite the ears off of a chocolate bunny before continuing.] By the way, have you figured out a remedy for that ghost in your walls? Tsuzuki's got one too. It's a nuisance at night.

[hisdarkmark]

[...hey if you have chocolate you better be sharing.] It's the same thing? Are you sure it's not just someone with a personal vendetta against him?

[aphephobic]

[It's polite to ask, Greedy.]

Could be. I'm sure there are more than a few ghosts that would carry a grudge.

[Action] TELL HIM HE HAS NOTHING BUT MISERY AND MISFORTUNE HE'LL LOVE IT

[dragoon_pride]

[One broken foot thanks to a paint can. A thrown back courtesy of a taco. A random attack of the flu. This is officially the stupidest week ever. Kain is making one of many Escape Attempts from home, he hates missing out on all that fresh air. Even if walking right now is a painful endeavor and he looks as sick as he feels.]

[...Hmmph. He's already had bad luck with one fortune teller already. But maybe another will be better? Maybe he can make them change his fortunes? Kain heads to the tent.]

[Action] WELL I SUPPOSE THAT'S TRUE. ALSO POINTS because I know his canon. >>

[aphephobic]

[Hisoka raises an eyebrow at the man presently invading his personal space. This job was a fine idea at the start, but now that people are actually starting to request his services? Sigh. He sets down his mug of hot chocolate and gives Kain an appropriately piercing stare.]

No, Kain Highwind, there's not much I can do to change what I see. You'll have to rely on yourself for that.

[See what he did there? Getting straight to the point saves so much time.]

[Action] WITH HOW MUCH I TORMENT HIM I FIGURED THAT WAS A GOOD ASSUMPTION and yay canon you know!

[dragoon_pride]

[...if the fortune teller actually knows his full name, he wonders, does that count for something? Kain sighs at this whole thing.]

Then I just have to bear the idiocy of this week's experiment? I cannot change any of it?

[Action] ...OH WAIT HOLD UP ITALICS. Is Kain still mute? I could've SWORN you fixed that. xD

[aphephobic]

When you try to change things, you normally make them worse. [He folds his hands and lays them coolly on the tabletop.]

Or would you consider all your troubles with Yuber to be a successful demonstration of what you could accomplish?

[chainedraven]

[Gilbert is really supposed to be in bed right now, given that he's ill and running a fever, but his horoscope convinced him that he can just be a man and walk it off. He's walking, all right, but the cold air really isn't doing him a lot of good, to the point that he sees the sign and decides that it'd be a great idea to go investigate.

So here's a guy with flushed cheeks and fever-bright eyes peeking into the tent as though not quite sure what he's seeing. Because he isn't, really.]

You have chocolate in here?

[aphephobic]

[Well really, the inside o the tent might as well be a fever dream by now. Hisoka's run strings of orange christmas lights along the top edges for lighting, while a row of candles flicker happily along the edges of his table. Aside from his not-at-all-necessary crystal ball, everything else is made of sugar. But for a new client, he'll put down his twinkie and even swallow his mouthful before speaking.]

I've got lots of things in here, Mr. Nightray. Mostly, I have the common sense to not go wandering around outdoors when I have such a high fever I can't see straight. [Idiot. He'll punctuate that sentence by shoving the remainder of his twinkie into his mouth.]

[chainedraven]

...what?

[Gilbert hesitates in the door opening, squinting at the young man and trying to decide if he's met him before. Probably not? At least, not that he can recall. But if that's so why was he just addressed by name?

A second later he drags his train of thought back on track and pulls what dignity he has about himself. He's manly, right? That's why he's out walking, it's doing him good to get fresh air.]

I'm perfectly fine. I thought your sign said you were here to provide a service, not insults.

[aphephobic]

[Not really, no. But he's on a sugar high as it is, and finds himself actually eager to put his skills to work for the good of the community.]

Call it tough love, then. Are you planning on letting me see your palm or not? [He holds out an expectant hand.]

[markofthewise]

[When Sokka passes by, he sees the sign and. Well. He can't not jeer. And his goat is going to back him up on this one.]

Real, huh? And what makes your predictions so real?

[aphephobic]

[Yeah, whatever Fakey McFakerson. Also, goat. What.]

They're real because I'm really in touch with the other side. Unlike some other fortunetellers in this village. Can't you handle competition?

[markofthewise]

[Sokka just sighs and shakes his head.]

You can't predict the future. No one can. If you knew anything about science, you'd know that there's too many random variables in play and nothing can be accurate. At best you can make guesses. If you're like other fortune tellers I've met, you'll just use stuff you can observe about me and then make some predictions about things that are likely to happen anyway. And for the more gullible people around here, make them act in a way where they'll make it come true for themselves.

[aphephobic]

I know enough about the way the world works to know that science is wrong half of the time.

[He sits up a little straighter.] Or is it just that you're afraid I might expose that Wang Fire scam you're operating?