#* eloise 01

He sat down, brushing past the pleb who'd been waiting next in line, and very quickly made himself comfortable. Arm thrown across the back of the ornate, plush chair no doubt chosen to further enhance the aesthetic of the fortune teller bullshit. "Add a couple years and a little more crazy and you almost fit the part, princess," a sly remark as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs, letting it pool in the air hovering the cheap looking crystal ball on the table between them. "You need my palm or some shit or would you rather just stare deeply into each others eyes for a little while?"