❛ odd. you know like... kooky. a coincidence. a coinky-dink if you will, ❜ mused the musician with a playful gleam in her eyes, despite wanting to reach across the table and grab his throat and shake him til he croaked. what was this guys DEAL ?? the coffee shop always had a warm and welcoming aura and people like him made it feel like it was a murder scene... which may be saying too much for someone she a, hardly knew and b, was just minding his business. regardless, luna didn't trust him, and the fascination she held for him had to come from somewhere... and any reading she's done trying to find out WHERE came up empty. and the cards always know, at least hers seemed to. ❛ well, on this fine day, i was wondering if you'd consider doing a reading for me, ❜ luna inquired, reaching forward to turn his coffee cup so she could read the label and see what he ordered. ❛ not many tarot readers in our small, wholesome town and while i love reading for myself... i think it'd be fun to have someone else read me for a change. ❜
As she spoke, Facilier calmly took a sip of his coffee, analyzing. She was trying to seem nice and happy, but he'd seen her around before, glaring at him for no reason when she thought he wasn't looking. Apparently, they had a little one-sided feud between them, one that he didn't entirely care to participate in. Unless, of course, things got very interesting very quickly. Which they were, if a tarot reading was coming into play. "Hmm, well, normally I'd charge, but seeing as I have another expert in front of me, I suppose I can waive it," he told her, smoothly pulling his favorite tarot deck from his left coat pocket. The cards were worn, from years of generational use, but he figured it would just add character. "What sort of reading are we in for?" he asked her, sliding the cards from their reinforced box and starting to shuffle, almost on autopilot. "Three card's standard, but I don't mind going a little above and beyond. Celtic cross, maybe?"












