Kyungsoo doesn’t even pause when hes called creepy by the other man. He’s had worse insults hurled at him in worse situations and honestly the distrust radiating off the other man makes Kyungsoo smile a real smile. He relaxes his stance a little and waves a hand around to the back of his tent.
A table with a tablecloth is set up in the middle with a two packs of mystical cards placed on it. Chairs are set around. There is a small wheeled in kitchenette with utensils for brewing potions and oils. There’s a small alter on the opposite side of the tent with a legitimate antique athame, candles, some other accessories and a thick, well cared for green leather book of shadows placed on it. He waved another hand to the front of the tent that had high quality shelves with various pre-made potions for sale along with soaps and teas.
“I’m the real deal. I just want to help another magical being like myself out. That’s all. I’m offering it for free because, like I said earlier, you need the help and they only work for the person they’re made for, I can’t resell. Plus, if you like it, you might tell your friends. I’m not exactly on facebook these days.”
Kyungsoo leveled the other with an unreadable look.
“As for telling you’re a werewolf, I can see it. We’re close to the full moon and you’re more paranoid, definitely. Maybe a little twitchy but you don’t seem worried. So you’re not newly turned… maybe born that way?” He deduced and shrugged. He figured having yourself read so well by a stranger would be off putting so Kyungsoo decided to share a bit of himself.
“Since it’s story time, I feel I should let you know that I wasn’t always like this. I had an accident and I met a grim reaper. I took something from him and now. I live like this. I could use whatever powers I gained for chaos but, when I remember who I used to be it just… it makes my skin crawl to think of doing harm intentionally against those that have not earned it.”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that they got off on the wrong foot. “Look. I am… sorry. You don’t have to pay for the potions, you can sell them to some hack I don’t care. I wont tell your secret. You can tell mine, no one will believe you. Tell your friends about me though. We all have bills to pay.”
As Kyungsoo waves a hand around his tent, Christian takes a moment to sweep his gaze about the space and take in everything within it. It seems like a pretty typical set up–tarot cards, potions, candles. It also appears that this guy might live in this tent. It’s very furnished. As the other finished all of his indicating, Christian allows his eyes to settle upon Kyungsoo once more.
“Alright, so I’ll believe that you just want to help other magical beings. Next time though, if you don’t want to lose money, you should probably make sure that someone wants a potion before you bust out the supplies and make it for them.” Christian reaches for the money charm once more and takes it into his hands, examining it a little more closely.
Paranoia is a part of who he is. Even though he was born a wolf, no wolf can ever escape the paranoia that comes with the full moon. Especially not in this day and age when hunters are lurking everywhere. A soft sigh escapes from his lips and Christian tilts his head. “I was born this way. My family is very old.” He pushes the charm into his pocket and then picks up the love potion. He knows he’ll never use this one.
Then, Kyungsoo starts to go into a bit of a backstory. Raising an eyebrow as he listens, he can’t help his curiosity bubbling up inside of him. “What did you take from him?” He doesn’t expect an answer, but it can’t hurt to ask.
“I’ll tell my friends, I suppose. If the money charm works.”
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