[That would've been one hell of a compliment. Molly does like to sell bullshit of 'I know all the stuff because I can read future with my cards', so to hear that someone really thinks he knows a lot more, well- that would be such an ego booster. Perhaps unneeded one, as it might make his head swell up and make him float away.
He gives a wistful sigh,] You get it. You actually get it! I don't want to use someone else's creation for my destiny reading business. I will read you cards eventually! I love doing it, I find it very fun and relaxing.
[He's only once seen a proper, old-fashioned tarot deck and he fell in love with it. And then made his own because the original didn't have spice enough in it. At least, that's ONE of the stories he gives when people ask him.]
No, I am not. I am just being fair in this business transaction. Now, me being kind is taking another bottle and bringing it with us as we head to your place, [he grins.
But before that- he's allowed to pick up the gun. So he does it.
It's heavier than it looks, and he tilts it a little towards the floor so he can look down the barrel, his tail making a "question mark" behind him; he's confused but intrigued as he shifts the weapon from one hand to the other.]
I can see why you would want that. It's the polar opposite of what I want with my weapon, [he nods at the scimitar. He could feel himself teether on the edge of telling the guy about Yasha and how he got these blades with her- but he holds back. For now.]
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He gives a wistful sigh,] You get it. You actually get it! I don't want to use someone else's creation for my destiny reading business. I will read you cards eventually! I love doing it, I find it very fun and relaxing.
[He's only once seen a proper, old-fashioned tarot deck and he fell in love with it. And then made his own because the original didn't have spice enough in it. At least, that's ONE of the stories he gives when people ask him.]
No, I am not. I am just being fair in this business transaction. Now, me being kind is taking another bottle and bringing it with us as we head to your place, [he grins.
But before that- he's allowed to pick up the gun. So he does it.
It's heavier than it looks, and he tilts it a little towards the floor so he can look down the barrel, his tail making a "question mark" behind him; he's confused but intrigued as he shifts the weapon from one hand to the other.]
I can see why you would want that. It's the polar opposite of what I want with my weapon, [he nods at the scimitar. He could feel himself teether on the edge of telling the guy about Yasha and how he got these blades with her- but he holds back. For now.]
This is very intriguing.