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Emit: If you know Damian Emmanuel, you know he's pretty prone to doing things such as..well, impulse buying an entire Tarot deck, plopping down at a picnic table in the park in the middle of the day, and then posting on all of his social media accounts that he's doing free Tarot readings in the park so "hmu." `join doeeyes to (maybe) gain insight about your past, present, and future with the help of some cards and a clueless psychic. Posted by Kayla.
Host: doeeyes (Damian)
Participants: doeeyes, Gwendoline, Faune/West
Host: doeeyes (Damian)
Participants: doeeyes, Gwendoline, Faune/West
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doeeyes had no goddamn clue what he was doing, but that's what the beginners' book that came with the deck was for, right? A cigarette dangled lazily from Damian's lips as he slowly examined the cards, mulling them over one-by-one with delicacy that suggested he was holding something sacred. Each card practically vibrated against his fingertips, buzzing with their own unique energies and messages that he couldn't decipher yet, but he would understand them soon enough. Hopefully. He seemed to have a knack for this sort of thing, even without the help of cards.
Gwendoline was getting ready to head out and find some dinner when she noticed the young looking fellow sitting in the park nearby. Hand going up to hold her sunhat to her head as a gust of wind plays through her curling hair, and brings the scent of smoke toward her, she considers him a moment before a friendly smile shows on her freckled face. Dressed for a day at the park, in a floral print black dress, jean jacket, and some cowboy boots, she steps across the grass toward him with a, "Are you doin card readins there? I ain't had my cards read in a crow's age! Nice spot for it, here out'n the park, though I'm not sure the kids visiting the playground know what you're about, huh? Maybe they think you're tradin baseball cards? How much for a readin?" Hazel eyes give him a smiling, expectant look as she finishes with her questions and comments.
doeeyes's first impression was immediately "Cowgirl." Not that he was judging-- he was kind of living for it, really. Damian smiled up at her, lips morphing awkwardly from around the cigarette; he gently, carefully placed down the cards and reached up to perch his cigarette in between his index and middle finger, quick inhale, soft exhale. He left his cigarette resting in between his fingers, elbow resting on the picnic table. "Hello," He greeted, soft and sweet in his honey voice. "I'm not charging, just trying to get the hang of this." Now that someone was around, he put out the remnants of his cigarette on the picnic table, squished it into the wood like the fucking insect it was. He didn't notice the kids around, either, but now he felt kinda awful about exposing any of them to his cancerous bullshit. He tried to sit as far away as possible from the playground, but..smoke was smoke.
Gwendoline grins at that, crinkles appearing around her eyes as she says, "Oh? Just a buddin psychic then, huh? I don't think I've ever met one in trainin! Last time I went to one though, it was palm readin and she was probably about a hundred years old if she was a day. Smelled a bit like cat urine, too, even over the incense she was burnin in her place of business. I think she had about twenty cats packed into that place, I just went ahead and threw away that outfit, I did. Couldn't get the smell or cat hair out've it." The cowgirl invites herself to the picnic table at that point, settling across from him, "You got an idea on how to use those yet? Oh! I'm Gwen, by the way, nice to meet'cha."
doeeyes. This lady -- Gwen -- sure seemed to talk a lot. Not that Damian minded at all; he liked being around people that talked a lot, really-- their words filled up his soft, quiet gaps. He was always worried that he came across as uninterested or aloof, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He loved people, he was just had the soul of a listener. Damian chuckled at her story, wondering if that was going to end up being him in..fucking, fifty years, or whatever. God, if he was still alive when he was seventy-four...he didn't even know how to wrap his mind around that fucking concept. "I'm Damian," He replied, "and, uh..yeah, for the most part? You ask a question and I..shuffle the cards, pick which one's feel right, and then figure out all the meanings?" He probably sounded really stupid.
Gwendoline settles her forearms on the table, leaning toward the man with a nod as he chuckles at her story. "Nice to meet'cha, Damian. Oh gracious, I've got so many questions though! Maybe just a general... how's life goin to go for me for the next month or so? I'm doin a bit've travellin right now, so I guess I'm hopin my vacationin goes well? Is that a good enough question? Oh! But I'd like to know if there're any tall, dark strangers in my future as well, if you get my meanin? Maybe that'll be part've the overall month question though? What do you think?" When she gets going, she hardly seems to pause for breath, and the end of her questions is almost abrupt because of it, the budding psychic receiving another smiling look.
West was rarely out this early. But the weather was nice, and he'd had to hit the laundromat, the bank, and the corner store. And, by the time he'd made his way home, it seemed stupid to sleep when he had a meeting at ten. So, he'd get nice and lit and wander around. He'd wrangled what he could of his curls back into a ponytail, and wore a light sweatshirt and slacks. If it wasn't for the sunglasses and too-casual pace, he might've been mistaken for a kid on his way to the gym. No, West was just wandering, killing time. And the pair at the table-- it could have been a date, but the body language was off. And there were those cards. "Heyy," West grinned with all his teeth. Yeah, he'd had a little too much to drink. But drinking alone wasn't fun. "I know that." He gestured at the cards with his cigarettes. "You tellin fortunes?"
doeeyes. Just as Damian mirrored Gwen's smile, the footsteps behind him made him turn and glance over his shoulder; the telltale wobble in this stranger's steps drew Damian's eyebrows together the slightest bit, but he didn't say anything, just turned back around to Gwen. "That sounds good," He answered, smile reappearing. It was completely unspecific to any of her questions because, truth be told, he had no goddamn idea if any of those were good questions, but..guess he'll find out? "I'll, uh, definitely try to figure this out," He added with a small, awkward chuckle. The other greeting made his head pop back up, his gaze meeting the drunk stranger with the cigarettes. As his eyebrows raised slightly, Damian answered -- in a soft, shy tone -- "Yeah, I am."
Gwendoline offers up a teasing, "Hay's for horses, and I don't think we've got any at this table." Winking at the blond, she makes room on her side of the picnic table and gives it a pat, "You can be next in line, we're about to see how my next month is gonna go, and if I've got any handsome men comin my way... Present company not included... unless you want to be! I'm Gwen, and this is Damian, he's real new to psychickin, but I think he's goin to do real well! He's already off to a good start, he doesn't smell like cat urine."
West seemed to perk up even more when he was invited into the little conference, humming as he took a heavy seat next to Gwen. "West," he offered up his hand and straddled the log, facing the pair, all too pleased with himself. "Are you sure?" He leaned closer to Gwen, if only to get a little closer to Damian and take a good long sniff. "Have you smelled 'im good?" He drew his brows up and tossed his cigarette away. "I think yer right. No cat piss." West slouched back. "Aright, okay, go goo, pyshic." He waved his hand. "Don't mind me." West busied himself digging around in his bag until he pulled out a small plastic bottle-- whiskey, half gone. One sip for him, and then passed on along to Gwen.
doeeyes wasn't opposed to Gwen inviting this stranger over, but even if he was..well, he was here now and making himself right at home. And fucking smelling him. He cracked a grin and chuckled, but the sound was the slightest bit hollow and the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. It was fucking awkward, honestly. "Yeah, I don't smell like cat piss," He joked along quietly, looking down at the deck of cards he had neatly stacked on the table below. He picked it up gingerly with a feather-light touch, and when he glanced up, his eyebrows shot up once again as he watched this stranger just yank out a fucking flask right at this park, right in front of his tarot cards. What was that meme? "Right in front of my salad?" Something like that. In his usual mysterious fashion, he didn't say anything, just repeated the question in his head as his gaze absentmindedly trailed up towards the sky, letting his fingers run across the cards and move them in whatever way the energy dragged them towards. The broken record in his head looped with a strange sort of calm melody, something almost like meditation: What is Gwen's life going to be like in the next month? Now-- it was an abrupt gut feeling that made his hands pause, and once he mulled that feeling over and decided he was content with it, he carefully placed the stack of cards back down in their spot and took the card on top. Damian knew that there were all sorts of fancy, detailed ways he could place the cards, but he was way too amateur for that shit, so..one card it was. Three of cups. That was fucking Greek to him, so he pulled out the little beginners' book that came with the deck and quickly flipped through the pages until he landed on the one titled with the card's name. "It means 'friendship and support'," He read aloud, "So I think you may be making a lot of friends in the near future?"
Gwendoline accepts the offered hand, her own cool against it as she gives a firm shake, "Nice'ta meet'cha." Offered the bottle of whiskey, she raises a hand as she says, "No thanks! My grandpa, he drank himself to an early grave, he did. I don't touch the stuff. Real nice've you to offer though." She leans forward with an interested expression on her face as the psychic begins to run his fingers over his deck, and as he finally pulls out a card, she considers it with an interested lift of her brows. "Well! That'd be real nice, it would. Other'n my housekeeper, I don't have many friends about, I don't, and I left her back at the house, didn't I? Anything in there about tall, dark, handsome strangers?" Her eyes crinkle again at the corners as she grins, though she gives a wave as she adds, "Don't answer that'n, I've already had my turn, so it must be West's!"
Faune. With Gwen's rejection, he wiggled the bottle toward Damian. No, he didn't expect he'd take it. So he took another swig for himself and bagged it. West was good and quiet while Damian read, though-- no interruptions or snide remarks. He just watched, and listened. West tongued at the corner of his mouth and glanced away though when the psychic examined his little book. It was a relief, though. Real magic spooked him. This was preferable. "Hmnnnn..." He leaned closer to Gwen, lips splitting into another grin already. "Maybe y'already makin friends." He drew his brows up and glanced from the cards to Gwen, and then back to Damian. "A'righttttt... What do I do? Ask a question? Tell me about romance, Damiannn..." West smiled and wiggled on the log as he pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit up.
doeeyes smiled in response. "Well, I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding anyone," He replied, sweet and genuine. She seemed really friendly and outgoing enough, so he figured she'd be building up a friend circle in no time. Damian didn't see the point in giving this other guy a reading, mainly because he was pretty damn sure that he wasn't even going to remember it in the future; regardless, he just nodded and murmured a quick, "Got it," before turning to his cards and repeating the process from earlier: concentrating as hard as he possibly could on the question, letting his intuition guide him through the shuffling process. Something about it felt..comfortable? He wasn't sure what, but this wasn't near as intimidating as he thought it would be. Damian seemed to already be making himself at home with Tarot. That same gut feeling from earlier hit him yet again, and he paused to sit the stack of cards down -- a bit less careful this time, a lot more confidence in his hands. He drew the top card again and -- drum roll -- pulled out..the page of cups, up-side-down. Was that a mistake? He furrowed his brow and pulled out his book again, flipping through it until he found the page and..nope, reversed altered the meaning, apparently. God, this shit was complicated. Damian skimmed the page and found the little section dedicated to romance, and, with that, began to explain what it was telling him-- "'The page of cups reversed can point to unrequited love.'" Damian frowned, not quite sure what to say for a moment. Should he..comfort him? Or just keep going with the readings? Or what? "Hey, what do I know?" He offered in an attempt of reassurance, "Just some cards. I'm sure you'll find someone."
Gwendoline offers the blond an easy grin as she says, "Maybe I am! If you remember this in the mornin, I'd be real surprised though. Friends for a night, at least." Nodding as West rambles his way to a question for Damian, she gives a little huff of breath through her teeth, "I should'a gone with that'n too." Watching the psychic shuffle through his deck again, she pats West's back sympathetically, "Well, there's plenty've fish'n the sea, right? No need to be pinin after someone, I'm thinkin! At least, not for too long." She'd done her own share of pining, after all. "I got to be headin off here soon..." She goes digging in her pocket and pulls out several coupons for free food from local restaurants, "Got these from the bed'n breakfast I'm staying at, but I don't like eatin out on my own, you take'm Damien, for providin a bit've fun."
Faune. "I remember loads!" West grinned and leaned slightly over Gwen to watch Damian shuffle. He had nice hands. Tidy. Elegant. His mind started to wander just as Damian's hands stopped. West glanced from the card to the man's face, brows pinches as he waited. He didn't like that expression. That ever present smile faded a bit as Damian read his card. And faded even more when he got reassurances from both of them. "FFF--" West's face split into a large grin, and he cackled, wiggling on the trunk for a moment before he stood. "Bout to go find me a whole school of fish t'night." West rose to his feet, surprisingly steady on them as he stashed his bottle away and glanced around the park. "Mnhh... ain't real, anyway, really." He drew his cigarette to his lips and glanced around the park. "Gettin' dark. Don't they shut it down...? After dark?"
doeeyes. "Yeah, I think they do," Damian mumbled, looking up at the setting sky, painted with hues of a dull blue and vibrant, wildfire orange. It was getting pretty late; he probably wouldn't be able to make it home before it got completely dark, even if he left right now. Which -- yeah, he should get to leaving, honestly. "I probably need to get going," Damian said, making sure he had all of his cards together before he put them back into their little box, along with the book. "It was nice meeting you guys. Sorry I didn't get to your other question, Gwen." With that, he stood up. "Maybe I'll see you around?"
Gwendoline puts her coupons away as they're ignored, and gives a wave to both of the men, "Good luck with those fish, West." Attention turning to Damian, she offers a shrug of her shoulders, "Could be! I'll be hangin around for at least a few more weeks before I decide on my next destination, I will. Nice meetin you both!" She seems intent on staying, at least for the moment, though once they both head toward the exit of the park, she moves off deeper into it.
Faune. What a strange encounter. Maybe he'd wrecked the party. Nevermind, anyway. "Yeah, well." West cleared his throat, a little lost for a moment as he pulled ut his phone. "Yeah. Thanks n' all." He probably shouldn't go talking to witches in the park. "G'night." It was probably high time he sobered up for his appointment and mozied on downtown. "Wait, uh.. Can I get yer number?" He strayed behind with Damian. He had nice hands. He was delicate. And collecting numbers was a habit of West's. "Or y'can have mine. I'll buy you lunch. You can give me a better reading next time." West grinned again, slowly walking backwards as he wobbled out his phone in Damian's direction.
(from there we just agreed that damian gave him his number and they left right after that lmao.)
doeeyes had no goddamn clue what he was doing, but that's what the beginners' book that came with the deck was for, right? A cigarette dangled lazily from Damian's lips as he slowly examined the cards, mulling them over one-by-one with delicacy that suggested he was holding something sacred. Each card practically vibrated against his fingertips, buzzing with their own unique energies and messages that he couldn't decipher yet, but he would understand them soon enough. Hopefully. He seemed to have a knack for this sort of thing, even without the help of cards.
Gwendoline was getting ready to head out and find some dinner when she noticed the young looking fellow sitting in the park nearby. Hand going up to hold her sunhat to her head as a gust of wind plays through her curling hair, and brings the scent of smoke toward her, she considers him a moment before a friendly smile shows on her freckled face. Dressed for a day at the park, in a floral print black dress, jean jacket, and some cowboy boots, she steps across the grass toward him with a, "Are you doin card readins there? I ain't had my cards read in a crow's age! Nice spot for it, here out'n the park, though I'm not sure the kids visiting the playground know what you're about, huh? Maybe they think you're tradin baseball cards? How much for a readin?" Hazel eyes give him a smiling, expectant look as she finishes with her questions and comments.
doeeyes's first impression was immediately "Cowgirl." Not that he was judging-- he was kind of living for it, really. Damian smiled up at her, lips morphing awkwardly from around the cigarette; he gently, carefully placed down the cards and reached up to perch his cigarette in between his index and middle finger, quick inhale, soft exhale. He left his cigarette resting in between his fingers, elbow resting on the picnic table. "Hello," He greeted, soft and sweet in his honey voice. "I'm not charging, just trying to get the hang of this." Now that someone was around, he put out the remnants of his cigarette on the picnic table, squished it into the wood like the fucking insect it was. He didn't notice the kids around, either, but now he felt kinda awful about exposing any of them to his cancerous bullshit. He tried to sit as far away as possible from the playground, but..smoke was smoke.
Gwendoline grins at that, crinkles appearing around her eyes as she says, "Oh? Just a buddin psychic then, huh? I don't think I've ever met one in trainin! Last time I went to one though, it was palm readin and she was probably about a hundred years old if she was a day. Smelled a bit like cat urine, too, even over the incense she was burnin in her place of business. I think she had about twenty cats packed into that place, I just went ahead and threw away that outfit, I did. Couldn't get the smell or cat hair out've it." The cowgirl invites herself to the picnic table at that point, settling across from him, "You got an idea on how to use those yet? Oh! I'm Gwen, by the way, nice to meet'cha."
doeeyes. This lady -- Gwen -- sure seemed to talk a lot. Not that Damian minded at all; he liked being around people that talked a lot, really-- their words filled up his soft, quiet gaps. He was always worried that he came across as uninterested or aloof, but that couldn't be further from the truth. He loved people, he was just had the soul of a listener. Damian chuckled at her story, wondering if that was going to end up being him in..fucking, fifty years, or whatever. God, if he was still alive when he was seventy-four...he didn't even know how to wrap his mind around that fucking concept. "I'm Damian," He replied, "and, uh..yeah, for the most part? You ask a question and I..shuffle the cards, pick which one's feel right, and then figure out all the meanings?" He probably sounded really stupid.
Gwendoline settles her forearms on the table, leaning toward the man with a nod as he chuckles at her story. "Nice to meet'cha, Damian. Oh gracious, I've got so many questions though! Maybe just a general... how's life goin to go for me for the next month or so? I'm doin a bit've travellin right now, so I guess I'm hopin my vacationin goes well? Is that a good enough question? Oh! But I'd like to know if there're any tall, dark strangers in my future as well, if you get my meanin? Maybe that'll be part've the overall month question though? What do you think?" When she gets going, she hardly seems to pause for breath, and the end of her questions is almost abrupt because of it, the budding psychic receiving another smiling look.
West was rarely out this early. But the weather was nice, and he'd had to hit the laundromat, the bank, and the corner store. And, by the time he'd made his way home, it seemed stupid to sleep when he had a meeting at ten. So, he'd get nice and lit and wander around. He'd wrangled what he could of his curls back into a ponytail, and wore a light sweatshirt and slacks. If it wasn't for the sunglasses and too-casual pace, he might've been mistaken for a kid on his way to the gym. No, West was just wandering, killing time. And the pair at the table-- it could have been a date, but the body language was off. And there were those cards. "Heyy," West grinned with all his teeth. Yeah, he'd had a little too much to drink. But drinking alone wasn't fun. "I know that." He gestured at the cards with his cigarettes. "You tellin fortunes?"
doeeyes. Just as Damian mirrored Gwen's smile, the footsteps behind him made him turn and glance over his shoulder; the telltale wobble in this stranger's steps drew Damian's eyebrows together the slightest bit, but he didn't say anything, just turned back around to Gwen. "That sounds good," He answered, smile reappearing. It was completely unspecific to any of her questions because, truth be told, he had no goddamn idea if any of those were good questions, but..guess he'll find out? "I'll, uh, definitely try to figure this out," He added with a small, awkward chuckle. The other greeting made his head pop back up, his gaze meeting the drunk stranger with the cigarettes. As his eyebrows raised slightly, Damian answered -- in a soft, shy tone -- "Yeah, I am."
Gwendoline offers up a teasing, "Hay's for horses, and I don't think we've got any at this table." Winking at the blond, she makes room on her side of the picnic table and gives it a pat, "You can be next in line, we're about to see how my next month is gonna go, and if I've got any handsome men comin my way... Present company not included... unless you want to be! I'm Gwen, and this is Damian, he's real new to psychickin, but I think he's goin to do real well! He's already off to a good start, he doesn't smell like cat urine."
West seemed to perk up even more when he was invited into the little conference, humming as he took a heavy seat next to Gwen. "West," he offered up his hand and straddled the log, facing the pair, all too pleased with himself. "Are you sure?" He leaned closer to Gwen, if only to get a little closer to Damian and take a good long sniff. "Have you smelled 'im good?" He drew his brows up and tossed his cigarette away. "I think yer right. No cat piss." West slouched back. "Aright, okay, go goo, pyshic." He waved his hand. "Don't mind me." West busied himself digging around in his bag until he pulled out a small plastic bottle-- whiskey, half gone. One sip for him, and then passed on along to Gwen.
doeeyes wasn't opposed to Gwen inviting this stranger over, but even if he was..well, he was here now and making himself right at home. And fucking smelling him. He cracked a grin and chuckled, but the sound was the slightest bit hollow and the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. It was fucking awkward, honestly. "Yeah, I don't smell like cat piss," He joked along quietly, looking down at the deck of cards he had neatly stacked on the table below. He picked it up gingerly with a feather-light touch, and when he glanced up, his eyebrows shot up once again as he watched this stranger just yank out a fucking flask right at this park, right in front of his tarot cards. What was that meme? "Right in front of my salad?" Something like that. In his usual mysterious fashion, he didn't say anything, just repeated the question in his head as his gaze absentmindedly trailed up towards the sky, letting his fingers run across the cards and move them in whatever way the energy dragged them towards. The broken record in his head looped with a strange sort of calm melody, something almost like meditation: What is Gwen's life going to be like in the next month? Now-- it was an abrupt gut feeling that made his hands pause, and once he mulled that feeling over and decided he was content with it, he carefully placed the stack of cards back down in their spot and took the card on top. Damian knew that there were all sorts of fancy, detailed ways he could place the cards, but he was way too amateur for that shit, so..one card it was. Three of cups. That was fucking Greek to him, so he pulled out the little beginners' book that came with the deck and quickly flipped through the pages until he landed on the one titled with the card's name. "It means 'friendship and support'," He read aloud, "So I think you may be making a lot of friends in the near future?"
Gwendoline accepts the offered hand, her own cool against it as she gives a firm shake, "Nice'ta meet'cha." Offered the bottle of whiskey, she raises a hand as she says, "No thanks! My grandpa, he drank himself to an early grave, he did. I don't touch the stuff. Real nice've you to offer though." She leans forward with an interested expression on her face as the psychic begins to run his fingers over his deck, and as he finally pulls out a card, she considers it with an interested lift of her brows. "Well! That'd be real nice, it would. Other'n my housekeeper, I don't have many friends about, I don't, and I left her back at the house, didn't I? Anything in there about tall, dark, handsome strangers?" Her eyes crinkle again at the corners as she grins, though she gives a wave as she adds, "Don't answer that'n, I've already had my turn, so it must be West's!"
Faune. With Gwen's rejection, he wiggled the bottle toward Damian. No, he didn't expect he'd take it. So he took another swig for himself and bagged it. West was good and quiet while Damian read, though-- no interruptions or snide remarks. He just watched, and listened. West tongued at the corner of his mouth and glanced away though when the psychic examined his little book. It was a relief, though. Real magic spooked him. This was preferable. "Hmnnnn..." He leaned closer to Gwen, lips splitting into another grin already. "Maybe y'already makin friends." He drew his brows up and glanced from the cards to Gwen, and then back to Damian. "A'righttttt... What do I do? Ask a question? Tell me about romance, Damiannn..." West smiled and wiggled on the log as he pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit up.
doeeyes smiled in response. "Well, I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding anyone," He replied, sweet and genuine. She seemed really friendly and outgoing enough, so he figured she'd be building up a friend circle in no time. Damian didn't see the point in giving this other guy a reading, mainly because he was pretty damn sure that he wasn't even going to remember it in the future; regardless, he just nodded and murmured a quick, "Got it," before turning to his cards and repeating the process from earlier: concentrating as hard as he possibly could on the question, letting his intuition guide him through the shuffling process. Something about it felt..comfortable? He wasn't sure what, but this wasn't near as intimidating as he thought it would be. Damian seemed to already be making himself at home with Tarot. That same gut feeling from earlier hit him yet again, and he paused to sit the stack of cards down -- a bit less careful this time, a lot more confidence in his hands. He drew the top card again and -- drum roll -- pulled out..the page of cups, up-side-down. Was that a mistake? He furrowed his brow and pulled out his book again, flipping through it until he found the page and..nope, reversed altered the meaning, apparently. God, this shit was complicated. Damian skimmed the page and found the little section dedicated to romance, and, with that, began to explain what it was telling him-- "'The page of cups reversed can point to unrequited love.'" Damian frowned, not quite sure what to say for a moment. Should he..comfort him? Or just keep going with the readings? Or what? "Hey, what do I know?" He offered in an attempt of reassurance, "Just some cards. I'm sure you'll find someone."
Gwendoline offers the blond an easy grin as she says, "Maybe I am! If you remember this in the mornin, I'd be real surprised though. Friends for a night, at least." Nodding as West rambles his way to a question for Damian, she gives a little huff of breath through her teeth, "I should'a gone with that'n too." Watching the psychic shuffle through his deck again, she pats West's back sympathetically, "Well, there's plenty've fish'n the sea, right? No need to be pinin after someone, I'm thinkin! At least, not for too long." She'd done her own share of pining, after all. "I got to be headin off here soon..." She goes digging in her pocket and pulls out several coupons for free food from local restaurants, "Got these from the bed'n breakfast I'm staying at, but I don't like eatin out on my own, you take'm Damien, for providin a bit've fun."
Faune. "I remember loads!" West grinned and leaned slightly over Gwen to watch Damian shuffle. He had nice hands. Tidy. Elegant. His mind started to wander just as Damian's hands stopped. West glanced from the card to the man's face, brows pinches as he waited. He didn't like that expression. That ever present smile faded a bit as Damian read his card. And faded even more when he got reassurances from both of them. "FFF--" West's face split into a large grin, and he cackled, wiggling on the trunk for a moment before he stood. "Bout to go find me a whole school of fish t'night." West rose to his feet, surprisingly steady on them as he stashed his bottle away and glanced around the park. "Mnhh... ain't real, anyway, really." He drew his cigarette to his lips and glanced around the park. "Gettin' dark. Don't they shut it down...? After dark?"
doeeyes. "Yeah, I think they do," Damian mumbled, looking up at the setting sky, painted with hues of a dull blue and vibrant, wildfire orange. It was getting pretty late; he probably wouldn't be able to make it home before it got completely dark, even if he left right now. Which -- yeah, he should get to leaving, honestly. "I probably need to get going," Damian said, making sure he had all of his cards together before he put them back into their little box, along with the book. "It was nice meeting you guys. Sorry I didn't get to your other question, Gwen." With that, he stood up. "Maybe I'll see you around?"
Gwendoline puts her coupons away as they're ignored, and gives a wave to both of the men, "Good luck with those fish, West." Attention turning to Damian, she offers a shrug of her shoulders, "Could be! I'll be hangin around for at least a few more weeks before I decide on my next destination, I will. Nice meetin you both!" She seems intent on staying, at least for the moment, though once they both head toward the exit of the park, she moves off deeper into it.
Faune. What a strange encounter. Maybe he'd wrecked the party. Nevermind, anyway. "Yeah, well." West cleared his throat, a little lost for a moment as he pulled ut his phone. "Yeah. Thanks n' all." He probably shouldn't go talking to witches in the park. "G'night." It was probably high time he sobered up for his appointment and mozied on downtown. "Wait, uh.. Can I get yer number?" He strayed behind with Damian. He had nice hands. He was delicate. And collecting numbers was a habit of West's. "Or y'can have mine. I'll buy you lunch. You can give me a better reading next time." West grinned again, slowly walking backwards as he wobbled out his phone in Damian's direction.
(from there we just agreed that damian gave him his number and they left right after that lmao.)
