"All of a sudden, dear?" The woman continues to shuffle her cards, seemingly unperturbed by Robin's quick attempt at an exit.
Robin feels the resistance of dead weight and realizes that Phalanx isn't going to move that fast--not unless Robin really startles them, and that's the exact thing he's trying to avoid. He considers just hoisting the whole pile of them into his arms and walking away, blanket and all, but he settles on exploring his other options first.
"No fortunes," he tells the woman, starting to sound irritated again.
"It's not for you, boy." The fortune-teller only shakes her head and continues as if talking to a stubborn child, "For your friend. Would you like one?"
Still holding the majority of the deck, she places three cards face-down on the table in a neat row. The cards themselves look a little old, with nothing but a blue background and white circle on the backs as any sort of decoration.
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Robin feels the resistance of dead weight and realizes that Phalanx isn't going to move that fast--not unless Robin really startles them, and that's the exact thing he's trying to avoid. He considers just hoisting the whole pile of them into his arms and walking away, blanket and all, but he settles on exploring his other options first.
"No fortunes," he tells the woman, starting to sound irritated again.
"It's not for you, boy." The fortune-teller only shakes her head and continues as if talking to a stubborn child, "For your friend. Would you like one?"
Still holding the majority of the deck, she places three cards face-down on the table in a neat row. The cards themselves look a little old, with nothing but a blue background and white circle on the backs as any sort of decoration.