#wheeluh

eYES REAL HARD

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“She didn’t text me anything!”

Joey protested, pulling a face but doing as he was told, flopping down onto Ryou’s couch. He folded his arms over his chest, peering down curiously at the cards as his friend unwrapped them. He wasn’t normally usually into this kind of thing, but as a naturally superstitious individual, it made sense for him to seek out his spiritually talented friend in times like this.

“I had some issues with uh… someone… else.”

Oh, man, he was digging himself into a hole. How did he explain that his ex who he hadn’t seen in two years had decided to reappear, only to fuck him right over again? Why did he get into these situations? It wasn’t a good idea for him to be messing with these things, not now, not when he had a hundred and one other things to deal with. He needed to get his shit together.

And of course Duke reappeared right when he was at his goddamn lowest.

‒ “Mhm, mhm, that’s a good baseline for a read.” He didn’t mean to sound so nonchalant, but it was good to remain positive when using the cards; and Joey’s demeanour was a little telling of him before he’d even opened his mouth. Though it was still surprising, nonetheless, that this of all things was what he was seeking comfort from. Flattering, actually.

“Let’s see here... sorry my place is a little more of a mess right now..” it wasn’t awful, but Joey’s wandering eyes would definitely be able to pick up on some oddities. It looked like some books had been pulled; a few extremely dusty boxes were dotted around the diorama table which, also seemed to have upon it... a plane ticket to Egypt...

“Ah! found them. I had these delivered from a pen pal in Romanian, isn’t that cool?” .... not what Joey was here for- at least Ryou was self aware enough to move on to the task at hand. Allowing a moment for Joey to settle before pulling over a small wooden table close to the couch and spreading out the cards. A gold trim, authentic looking- some kind of antique that would have probably been loved over the years. They even seemed to have a slight.. charred smell to them from the box in which they’d been kept.

“Watch out, we got a badass over here.”

Yes!!!! I’ve been waiting for someone to ask this one :-)