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[banworthy]

Hello.

How are you all doing? [ A beat. ] Actually, you all know I don't care so let's ignore that question, hm?

So, who would like to have their fortune, romantic future, or whatever told?

I know, I know... tarot is still a [ Longer pause. ] hobby of mine, but one you get to reap the rewards of today.

Fun, right?

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[banworthy]

Well, have fun with that with other people, then.

[ He holds his finger to the side, letting it wobble. ]

[cantilevers]

I definitely will. We can sit and not drink and talk then. Unless you'd prefer juice over alcohol?

[banworthy]

No, I do prefer alcohol, thank you.

[cantilevers]

What's your preferred poison then?

[banworthy]

Boxed wine.

[ LEAVE ME ALONE ]

[cantilevers]

Well, at least we know why you have no friends up to this point.

White, red or rosé?

[banworthy]

I don't even want friends.

Whatever is available.

[cantilevers]

Yeah, transactional acquaintances only. I'll be like that for you.

I'll see what we have.

[He will bring a bottle and it will be in a box.]

[banworthy]

[ He finally drops his hand down. Stock hasn't changed. He'll accept that for now. ]

Wonderful.

Maybe I'll show up and then talk to you about what? Talking about religion to -- [ Outsiders. ] -- the non-religious is its own trial of God, but surely you have something else you want to talk about with me that won't tire us both?

[cantilevers]

You're funny if you think that I am ever tired of talking. We can talk about whatever you have an interest in, honestly. That's the fun of getting to know another person in my books.

If you want to tell me about religion, sure. I'll tell you about Janna someday. Maybe the Wolf and The Lamb.

[banworthy]

[ Ignoring what is said, he focuses on what he says he'll be told: ]

Stories? Religion?

[cantilevers]

Not formal religion, but where I'm from, we make offerings to Janna. The Wolf and The Lamb are one of our versions of death.

[banworthy]

[ Hm, he does like hearing about death. ]

Well... fine. I'll listen to some of your nonsense, then.

[cantilevers]

[Look, practically friends...]

Let me know when you're free and I can drop by before or after work.

[banworthy]

From what you know about me, do I seem like a person who would let someone else into my space? Also work?

[cantilevers]

You're allowed to suggest anywhere you want; I don't need to come to your house. Just name a place.

[Wow, paranoid much... oh man, this guy was an exciting kind of insanity.]

Yeah, work. I have a job. If you want to come there, that's fine by me.

[banworthy]

[ He grumbles to himself but doesn't name any place. ]

I'll do that -- where do you work?

Why do you have a job?

[cantilevers]

Rocky's Barcade at the moment. We don't have to meet there if that sort of open space makes you uncomfortable. Or we can arrange a time when I'm opening so it's without other people.

I need to fill the time, and it's been my occupation a long time.

[banworthy]

I actually know where you are.

[ Somehow this is said with irritation. ]

Fair enough, I suppose. [ Meh. ] There is a cafe by that bar of yours.

[cantilevers]

There is, yes. You want to meet at the cafe?

[banworthy]

Yes.

[cantilevers]

Date and time?

[banworthy]

Few days from now after your work.

The best time to drink in a cafe, I suppose.

[cantilevers]

Yeah, 2 am is usually when I'm picking locks to make coffee or drink wine out of a box.

[banworthy]

Great.

I'll feed Heathcliff and be there, then.