The side of his mouth visibly twitched in the darkness of the tent, being called a child. Still, the spinning of the lock’s dial in hand didn’t cease as Odd looked about the room, “Oh poo, a hope seller sells his dream to everybody, but tells me--an unfortunate soul, to give up? I do feel special now. But, why, hope is the only evil that stayed when Pandora opened that box…it’s all we have at the end of the day.” Running a tongue over his teeth absently before pushing around the inside of his cheek, thinking for a moment before clicking his teeth…”But what did you expect? Nobody goes into a shoe store to order a ham sandwich, and I wouldn’t come to you—a fortune teller—for anything but my future. Really, it’s rather poor taste to work as a fortune teller if even one future told could ruin things.”

Pacing a little bit about the space, inspecting small bits here and there, the boy eventually stepped up before the fortune teller, let out a sigh, and swatted the proffered hand down and away, “You’re lucky I’m such a effin’ ‘sweetie pie’, otherwise I’d have raised a stink about you having issue performing due to your headache, or whatever the fuck.” Finding a chest to sit on to the side, Otto threw a hand up as if he were asking Caius to raise himself, but by now it was understood that he merely wanted the man to raise his voice up a little due to their new distance. “I’m a Leo, my recent dreams most notably had me without my legs, my favourite color is the sort of patina green that comes from oxidized copper…” Listing off fact after fact that profiles oft asked for, in a rather bored tone, the boy stopped spinning the dial of his combination lock and pulled out more of the same size from his coat pockets. Tossing them up, one after the other, Odd juggled the heavy locks with some difficulty.