Kohana's expression at being assigned Omen as a partner was... unamused, to say the least. Still, she seemed to mull over the idea before raising her voice. "In this courtyard? Ah, not to criticise your idea, of course, but what will we do if it rains? I'd rather not be stuck out in the rain at night."
“Oh! Of course!”
The Fool seems happy that someone is talking to them, like one might be at a good student asking a question after a presentation. One that they knew the answer to and could use to show off their knowledge and bolster their grade.
A friend. They clap their hands and reply happily.
“We will just take the party inside then! The courthouse should have plenty of space for that, don’t you think? I’ll make sure it’s unlocked for your preparations.”
That doesn’t.... sound inviting.... Even now you can feel the chill of the place on your back. As if by mention it started watching you. Breathing down your neck. Maybe it’s the memories of what happened there that make you shiver, but at least in a small, unreasonable part it always feels like the place is as alive. But that’s silly, of course. It’s no more alive than the crone is.
