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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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[lunarianlegacy]

[This week has been hell, utter hell. That prediction in his journal just confirmed every fear Ceodore's been stewing on for months. And he's trying not to be himself anymore, but there's nothing doing for him giving up his sweet tooth. Maybe just a few cookies to sustain him for a longer brooding session. But the sign and tent outside the bakery grabs his attention.]

Um... is that for real?

[Please tell him things get better.]

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[aphephobic]

[Did someone say cookies? Because Hisoka's got a substantial stash of them beside him on the table now. It's making things a little crummy, but it's all for the greater good in the end.]

Of course it's real. Why wouldn't it be? [Are you slow, kid?]

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[lunarianlegacy]

[Not slow but certainly uncertain after the week he's been having. He takes the cranky response in stride though without batting an eyelash. He's immune thanks to the power of derp and regular doses of dragoon grump.]

So you can predict what's going to happen?

[He sees that cookie collection and it seems like a fair cost for getting more information.]

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[aphephobic]

The sign does say "real," doesn't it? [Honestly, why do some people have so much difficulty with a simple concept?]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Well, the word "real" on the sign certainly caught Joshua's attention. But once he pokes his head inside, it all makes sense. ]

Ah, I should have guessed.

[aphephobic]

[Oh, good. It's just Josh. That means he doesn't have to take a breath while he guzzles a bowl of melted chocolate ice cream. He beckons Josh closer with one hand to invite him to have a seat. He'll be right with you.]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Come inside Joshua does, all bundled up nice and warm and still looking rather sickly, but hey, walking around is progress considering the state he was in a few weeks ago. ]

I didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

[aphephobic]

It's new. By the way, you look like hell.

Licorice? [That's all kind of blurted out before it occurs to him to grab a napkin for himself.]

[aphephobic]

[He barely notices Sheik's entrance, far too occupied with eating the clothes off a gingerbread man.]

Hmm? Changed my mind. What, you want to talk about that princess of yours or something?

[aphephobic]

[It's something to talk about. They don't have much.]

I've only met one other person with empathic abilities here. Who else could it be?