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[withcondolences]

[suddenly you're sat by a table decked out with random roses, biscuits, cookies and tea. on the other side, facing you, sits a gentleman sipping from a cup, before smiling]

I hear this month is famous for it's theme of, ah, horror. Tell me... what is it that scares you the most?

[[ooc: I am derping out and slowing down. Will pick at threads a

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[andcontrarywise]

Now there is a quaint curiosity.

[withcondolences]

Isn't it? Good evening, Hatter.

[andcontrarywise]

Good evening. One does hope not to be intruding.

[withcondolences]

Oh no, not at all. Please, do have some tea.

[thearchemage]

What if I don't want to tell you?

[withcondolences]

Then I suppose you won't tell me.

[thearchemage]

Why do you want to know, anyway?

[withcondolences]

Call it simple curiosity in combination with the current month.

[hisshortcake]

[... takes a cookie]

I don't think it's something most people can answer that easily, you know?

[withcondolences]

Of course not.

[hisshortcake]

Not because it's a secret, but because you don't really know what you're afraid of until it happens.

[withcondolences]

Oh. A wise answer.

[wayofthetsun]

Great, another creeper asking totally personal questions. You guys really like this kinda thing, huh?

[withcondolences]

My, you're a rather upfront lady, aren't you?

[wayofthetsun]

Yeah. Deal with it.

[withcondolences]

Ah, nothing else to do, hm?

[lessboku]

Spiders.

[withcondolences]

Ah, a common phobia.

[lessboku]

[shakily reaches for a biscuit]

They're disgusting. So disgusting. Ew ew ew.

[withcondolences]

I see. Then I suppose it might be better to turn the topic onto something else. Would you like some tea?