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"It's not a problem at all sir!" she replied in her own polite tone while still struggling to properly move in kimono. It's been ages since she wore one and once she was back in Japan she joined her friends at a festival in a shrine at Kyoto. However, she got separated because she saw something peculiar in a forest nearby and after some time of walking, she stumbled on this young man with arrows falling from his bag.

"Mhm…" Pokkle stared at the template for a few moments until he finally let out a small but honest laugh. "I think one of us will have to learn how to cook if we want to be good parents for our future 5 what ifs… I… at the moment I only know how to cook so basic things."

Her head tilted to the side like a curious bird Senritsu eyed the sheet and blinked: one time, two times, three times.

There was a twitching in her face as she tried her very best to not start laughing. She just smiled ruefully, mostly because she kenw the joke she had planned to make was horrible: "...I was about to be very witty and say that I know exactly two recipes consisting of baking herbbread and putting together a very nice rabbitstew which would be just enough for I could cook on two days with those to recipes and you could cook five basic recipes on the other five days of the week, which would bring those five what-ifs properly though the week, but-", Senritsu lost her battle with her facial muscles couldn´t stop a fond smile from spreading along her lips sweetly: "-the horrible Cacophony of my humor aside-" She looked up to the man, dark grey eyes searching for his as she listened, listened, listened keenly like one would listen to their favorite song: "-you would 'gently guide the bugs outside'?"

it seems sebastian has become the victim of two sweet felines, who have absolutely no intention of letting him get up any time soon.

Talking to people really wasn't his strong suit. Even more so when there was no good way to say yeah my god is saying you need something but she's being really fucking vague and cryptic about it. Without sounding like an absolute lunatic, at least. (Also there was like three different ways to interpret one of the words she used, which didn't help. And he was certain she was fully aware of that.)

A mysterious self-proclaimed fortune teller approaches my Muse and says they can predict their partner and number of offspring. Drop a name into my inbox and l generate a number 1 - 10 to determine how many children my Muse is supposedly going to have with that person (by blood, adopted, or otherwise). 1.One kid. + 2.Two kids. + 3.Three kids. + 4.Four kids. + 5.Five kids. + 6.Over six kids. + 7.Twins. + 8.Triplets. + 9.Quadruplets. + 10.Quintuplets ! I’ll post my Muse’s reaction, too!

The carneval consisted of tents that in the heavy night looked with the warm lights inside like torches lining along the meadows of the city-park. It was loud- there were people laughing in the tents, there were people talking and yelling outside, there was the honking of cars on the street surrounding the citypark, there was the buzzing of electrcity swelling on and easing like the citys heartbeat. And between all those noises the woman heard somethign else. The melody she had heard before. The memory that had worried her because she had sounded the same after she had failed the Hunter-exam the first time. Following the melody like a rat would follow the pied pipers flutemusic the Musician did not needed long to find Pokkle between the tents. In the liht falling warm and bright out of the tents aroudn them the grass beneath looked almost as black as the sky above their heads. It was warm, for January it was very warm, and the loudness of the busy carneval around them seemed to heat up the air even more.

"Pokkle?" Senritsus voice was as gentle as a lullaby when she reached for the others sleeve: "Your name is Pokkle, is it?You passed my exam-phase yesterday, that phase with the birds. Do you remember?" her short fingers tapped, tapped, tapped the melody she heard against her thigh. That melody that worried her so much. That melody that made her follow him. Softly, as if he was made of glass, she lay a hand on his arm: "You left so suddenly when you did not passed this phase today, I was worried-"

"You two will have many children together." The voice belonged to an old mans tepping out of one of the smaller tents with his eyes fixated on Senritsus hand on Pokkles sleeve. He appeared so suddenly that the woman almost jumped up and she pulled back her hand, laughing suprised. Pokkles heartbeat was just as startled- it was a flutterign sound like from a bird in a cage. The old man rose his hands dramatically as if he needed to calm a crowd- he was short,only a little taller than Pokkle, and his white hair was braided to a long braid that swung over his chest like a decorative fringe on a precious piece of cloth. She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension, she heard something else. "...mhmmmm? Excuse me?" The Musicians hairless eyebrow rose high up her forhead, accompanied by a confused smile.She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness.

"Five to be more accurately. Five children, one after another." Senritsus hairless eyebrows had by now wandered so far up her head they would have disappeared in her hairline, if she still would have hair fully covering her head yet she did not said anything and her smile continued to grow longer. As if she was a confused bird the woman tilted her head to the side, blinking one time, two times, three times. The carneval around them never becam quieter- music, laughter and the distant noises of the city danced through the warm aor Automatically she shaked her head- for one over the fact that a stranger was saying this, that a stranger was saying this about her and a person she did not even knew, and also because this number of children was just ridicilous. She listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness. A eagerness she had heard before many times. "Its visible on the long line on your hands, look-" the old man took their hands and promptly the Musc-hunter heard a sharp spark in Pokkles heartbeat like a suprised yelp. She looked up to him, smiling calmingly. In the warm yellow light falling outside from the tents entrances the lines on the inside of their hands threw black shadows deep like canyons when the old man turned their hands up to hold them next to another: "The line leaving your hand" ,he nodded to Pokkles a little bigger hand: "- continues on hers perfectly matching when you hold your hands next to another. And when you put your hands onto another-" Biting the inside of her cheek to not start laughing out loud the Musician listened to Pokkles reaction whent he old man placed his hand on Senritsus and automatically she tapped her thumb at the side of his hand, tapping a calming melody heavy from her aura: "-those lines mirror echother. Yes, it is a very good sign, you are made for another." The old man stepped back and Senritsu listened attentive, but not for the old mans words, but for his heartbeat: She heard attention, she heard tension she heard eagerness. A eagerness she had heard before many times. A Eagerness for money. And just when Senritsu finally recognized that eagerness, the old man moved his arms to show the entrance to his tent before which a shield with the prices for handreadings were put up very nicely lightened by the warm light falling out of his tents entrance: "My tent is always open for lovers seeking out advice for their future life." Senritsu heard Pokkle opening his mouth to answer and she stepped in promptly, with a amused laughter that sounded as sweet as chimebells: "Thank you very much. We will seek you out later after-" her short finger pointed to the tent from which laughter and the clanking of glasses against another echoes out like the sweetest melody, dancing into the cool night on the warm light shining from the tents entrance on the dark, almost black grass. The old man, very much aware that if the guy serving the people in that tent was earning money, he as a part of the carneval was earning money too, just bowed his head in a hinted, mystic bow that clearly was even without Senritsus keen hearing that showed by the way his clothes rustled, studied in like an act.

The fortuneteller let a curtain fall over the entrance of his tent and gently, softly, as i she was worried to hurt the other if she moved too fast, the woman pulled her small hand away from Pokkles- the melody was still there, that melody that was worrying her, that melody she had followed from the exam -location to this place: "Mhmmmm, my apologize I happen to not have enough room in my calender to take fourthyfive months off work, since I need to return to the next phase of the exam eventually. But I can take off around a comodo hour. If you want us to start with alloweing me to buy you a drink, that is." Senritsu just shaked her head with a laughter in all good humor, a laughter that was almost completly drowned by the carneval music hanging thickly in the air, a laughter over this very strange encounter and the idea of having children with a personshe did not even knew.

"You know when I did not passed the exam at first try, I sat down with my best friend and we drank the whole night. That was however a week after failing the exam, because my friend and I were...." The woman grimaced as if she had bitten on a sour fruit and she remembered the man who had handed her and Ask lemonade. The smiled on her round face was rueful, almost agnoized, almost plaintive: "...bound to the bathroom so to speak. Anyway-" She looked up to the other, winking up at him encouraging- Senritsu knew how the other felt. She had felt the same. She had felt the same and it had been the worst she had ever felt in her life when suddenly everythign she had worked for, everything she knew she needed to be, seemed suddenly unreachable from one second to another. She had felt the same and she had needed a friend to support her at that time. And because she knew how the other felt, she could not stop a worried line from appearing between her big, attentive eyes as she added with a gentle humm as if she was talking to the wild fluttering bird that his hertbeat sounded like: "-drinks on me? Better to go hog wild now, becaus apparently someday we need to nobilmente step up and be responsible for five fieramente little what-ifs." [ @warlordarcher ]