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[loquaciouslocks]

*To make a bit extra pocket change, Hilda has been setting up in the Park and telling fortunes. This lil' 'biz has become surprisingly lucrative, as a good handful of people are now addicted to having their fortunes told several times a week.

Hilda turns over cards, telling vague stories of things to come to the six or so people huddled around

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[greenteatray]

*TRA LA LA LA LA walking through the park, totally oblivious, not even aware Hilda is there*

[loquaciouslocks]

*flips over more cards, finally rendering her judgement on a customer* ..Of course, it means you'll turn into a slug!

[greenteatray]

*frozen in place at the sound of that familiar voice*

[loquaciouslocks]

..Yup. I suggest avoiding salt. ..Uhuh..

[greenteatray]

*still frozen in shock, in the middle of the path, where he's in plain view, but he's too frozen to move out of sight lol*

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[loquaciouslocks]

*the gaggle of pissed off girls leave Hilda's table. With this OMISSION OF OBSTRUCTION, Hilda finally notices Teetoreii!*

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[loquaciouslocks]

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[loquaciouslocks]

4/5

[loquaciouslocks]

5/5

[loquaciouslocks]

*begins folding up table*

[greenteatray]

H-hilda...

[loquaciouslocks]

*AVOIDING EYE CONTACT*

...Yes?

[greenteatray]

A-about th-that night... After the soup...

[loquaciouslocks]

*Not wanting to talk about it, she decides to let him do so.*...What about it?

[greenteatray]

W-we didn't... DO anything... did we?

[loquaciouslocks]

.....

.... to be honest, I don't recall.