[center][h3][color=9e0b0f][ K R I N ][/color][/h3]
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[Color=chocolate]”Tell me what you want to know, old man.”[/color] Her smile had widened, a toothy grin spread across the ladies face that might have even rivaled the unnerving one the man beside her had pastered over his weird mug, Krin looked at the fancy looking Tarot cards the mousey lass laid out in front of him, an eye brow slightly raised before he got a stupid smile of his own, though it were obviously cause he knew exactly what Ophelia's game was "[color=9e0b0f]Oh kid, you gotta think I'm not as sharp minded as I was long ago but if ya think I believe in them cards?[/color]" like come on, what was he? A fucking geriatric?

Apparently she hadn't gotten the clue that he knew all the tricks, he fucking lived her life, not the same sorta life but he knew what kind of street magic she was trying to run on him. He went to wiping a particularly dusty glass, still cackling at the ridiculous notion that the girl thought he would fall for drivel like the wisdom o' Tarot cards.