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[ takeoutthegunman ]
"Welcome to Annette's Antiques. Is there anything I can help you with?"
[ fxmilybxsiness ]
"Welcome to Annette's Antiques, how may I help you?"
”Oh, very well. But you’re going to have to seal the deal with a kiss. Those are the rules, Sweetheart.”
"Okay... I'm just gonna pretend that whole conversation didn't happen. So, feel free to browse whilst I bleach my mind."
"So where is she? Dean asked, looking around. "I really need a psychic’s help."
Ramona shrugged, "At somebody's house, but she'll be back soon. You can either wait or come back later. Up to you." she told him. "what do you need help with that's so urgent anyways?"
"That’s a shame," Dean hummed softly. "Maybe you’d be able to do a reading for me?"
"Oh, no I'm not like.... psychic or anything. Just my grandma." she replied, shaking her head slightly.
”Dude? My Darling you need to work on your manners. You’re suppose to address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr’, or even ’King’. But that’s just my two cents, which you should probably take you might -no- you definitely need.”
"I'll stop calling you dude when you stop calling me darling. Deal?"
❝ oh, hello, darling. if you could tell me where i am, that would be great. ❞
"You're in Auburn, Maine. You lost or something?"
Samandriel smiled at the girl. “Medium to large in size, please. Thank you for your help.”
"Alright, be right back." she replied before disappearing into the back to find a cauldron.
"I heard that there was a psychic around here?" Dean hummed, idly poking at some antique hanging from the ceiling.
Ramona nodded, "There is indeed, but she's out at the moment. Gone to do a reading, she should be back any time now though." she told him.
"Old little old number in a language called Enochian."
"Not too many float around."
"You got that right, we only carry two books like that here. They're over there in the glass cases."
Figured. The usual talking to the dead sort of psychcic. He’d seen that done so many times it was almost something he expected these days. “Oh really?” He smiled again. “So what kinda things do these dead people tell her?”
"No idea." she gave a small shrug, "I don't sit in on readings. So only her and the people she's with know. I don't like to get involved with that sort of stuff."
”Since never. I was simply using ‘we’ to indicate we were doing something. Don’t take it in the context I used it in, unless you want to be included? Also thank you for directing me.”
"Dude, chill. I never get involved in a customer's business, just go ahead and browse."
"I’m Agent Berkeley with the FBI, have you by chance gotten any… civil war era swords lately?"
"I'm not too sure about swords, but we got a bunch of civil war stuff in a couple of days ago. I haven't had chance to go through it yet, but the boxes are just over in that corner. Feel free to have a look."
"Hiya, sweetie. Think you could help me find a book?"
"Sure thing, what kind of book are you looking for?"
“Actually, now that I think about it.. Do you happen to have any rings in this place?”
"Yea, just there next to the counter. There's hundreds of them, so go crazy."
”Cute shop you’ve got here.” Cassie smiled walking through the glass door. “I was wondering if you had any knives. Coopery looking, with a white handle? It belonged to a friend.”
"Thanks." Ramona replied, smiling back at her. She nodded over to her left, "You see that mahogany shelf over there? Everything cutlery and knife related will be on or in there." she told her.
Psychic huh? Now that was something Alex had a hard time believing. He had heard Dean tell stories about would be psychics and their wayward schemes, how they always managed to sort of fuck things up. He was so not going to tell the girl that though. “Yea, that sounds pretty cool. What does she do, like future telling card tricks?” He really hoped that didn’t sound as douchy as he thought it did.
Ramona snorted with laughter and shook her head, "No, she doesn't see the future. She sees the dead, gets messages from the beyond." she put on her best spooky voice, failing as a giggle erupted from her towards the end.