"Is that right?" I chime, tilting my head in suspicion. "Then what number am I thinking about right now?"
I put my hands on my hips, looking up as I try to think of a number.
anywway are you supposeod to geuess it right for shits and hgiglges or am i just gonana say N"noepe! not themnubmer!"
i look up
"Seven!" I yell excitedly, hoping it's right, but not saying it like a question to pretend I already knew what she was thinking. I look at Elizabeth in anticipation.
haha i'm like 7 tired rn
"Close!" I exclaim, giggling at his attempt. "It was six."
My eyes fall upon the sign with the Ace of Spades, the same as the one on the card.
"Oh! There it is. Are you ready?" I asked him, a little anxious myself.
I cross my arms and pout as she told me her answer. Before I can reply, the fortune teller buildings come into view. The brick walls fade into a muddy red and there are traces of graffiti on the sides of the building. Basically, it was the definition of sketchy.
"I'm totally ready," I say. I am not.
Elizabeth opens the door and a little bell sounds. There's no one at the front desk.
I look around, the place decorated with an abundance of….somethings. It's hard to focus on one thing and figure out what it is, let alone figure out what everything is, or if there's some organized chaos about it. I'm quiet at first, nervous, until I notice that we're alone.
"H-hello?" I stutter out, feeling my heart turn at my voice.
Elizabeth turns to me in confusion. I shrug. "Hello? Anyone here?" I shout as loud as I can. We hear rumbling in the back along with other concerning sounds. Eventually, somebody comes out, but they look like they're only in college.
"Hi, are you… at the right store?"
I cock my head. "Psychic?"
They squint. "Where are your parents?"
I stand up straight and try my best to look taller.
"My father lets me roam the town square all the time. He's at home right now."
I study the kid. His dirty blond hair was evenly cut, but runs the risk of becoming fluffy if left unbrushed. A slight beard almost aged him, but his young, dark brown eyes gave away his youthful age. His gray button-up could almost be a work uniform, but there was no sign of a logo on the clothes, not even his black pants. His gaze lingered, but I don't think it was intentional; he just looked lost in thought.
"Well, follow me." He utters, turning to step deeper into the store.
Elizabeth follows the man, and I expect him to take us to some ancient blind lady who will gasp in shock when we walk in, only to tell us we are destined for greatness.
However, that did not happen. As he took us into a back room, I notice it is empty. Is… he the fortune teller?
The room contains various items: a bookcase with books and other trinkets, a short table with a deck of tarot cards and beads strung together into a necklace, and a minifridge.
The boy gestures to the table, and Elizabeth takes a seat on the pillow on the ground, elevating her just enough to put her elbows on the table. He took off the gloves from his hands and we both see his hands are half prosthetic. Like my eye!
it's been a whole month babe
ok was i supposed to know his eye was prosthetic or
I watch the man carefully, his silence wasn't uncomfortable, because he seemed focused, or even as if his silence was saying a lot. Maybe it was just me, but I really didn't feel threatened by this man. Almost as if he's wiser than his age admits. As he takes off his gloves, I notice his hands, but I try not to stare. I couldn't help, though. I was curious.
do you mean you as in you or elizabeth bc if u mean elizabeth then no u dont know his eye is prosthetic
ok so he said Like My Eye to himself then
well yeah its italics its just his thoughts buddy
Cool so I realize I am a confused person
"I am certain you're curious whether I'm really a psychic, right?" His eyes fluttered between us, but he didn't give us time to answer. "No matter, I get kids quite often. Normally I'd make them pay, but not the first time. Why pay for an unreliable service, right? I will allow you two to see what happens and tell me if I have powers or not."
He talks in such a serious tone. You'd think he was silly tired, but the gentle smile on his face said otherwise. "Who would like to go first?"
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I raise a shaky hand. What was he going to do? What was he going to say? He did seem like a strange man, but my curiosity was far too powerful to let me back out of this one. What's the harm, right?
I am not gonna lie, I'm not the aura type of kid. But this man definitely changed the whole vibes of the room in an instant. As soon as he acknowledged that Elizabeth is going first, everything felt serious and quiet and almost energetic. I pat her ear in support, as I could feel her body slightly shaking.
He brings a finger to the middle of her forehead. "You two are going on one hell of an adventure soon. Or, it looks like one. A forest of some sort. Tropical?" His mutterings come bit by bit.
I scrunch up my nose, furrowing a confused brow.
"Forest? Tropical? That doesn't even make any sense."
I wanted to believe him, but I was only merely intrigued. My already present nerves didn't help calm me down either.