( canon is PUSH )

[precautions]

You're kidding, right?

'Cause I have to tell you, I know how this one ends.

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[babyruth]

'S this the part in the conversation where I ask you to read my palm?

[precautions]

[ To her credit, she's completely unfazed. ]

Oh yeah, totally. You'll have a house in the Hamptons because Jupiter is in Saturn's blah blah, blah blah blah. That'll be ten bucks.

[ No, seriously, she has her hand stretched out. ]

[babyruth]

[ > look at girl
> look at hand
> look back up at girl ]

I'm not payin' for a hypothetical, chiclet; anyway, I've had my fortune told already, and it's a whole lotta fire and brimstone and not a lot of palm trees and swimmin' pools.

[precautions]

[ > EAT JELLYBEANS ]

Wow, you coulda fooled me. [ Sarrrcasm. ] I would have pegged you for one of those fat baby heads with the wings.

[ Cherubs. She means cherubs. ]

[babyruth]

[ Shrug. ]

Eh. Never been into the whole ramen-hair, lyre-harp-whatever, boy band thing.

[precautions]

So, are those like— [ Meet Cassie, she is thirteen. ] —real?

[ She gestures vaguely to her own ramen-hair, which means she's talking about his horns. ]

[farshoves]

What, not gonna leave even a little bit of suspense?

[precautions]

Now you're just assuming I'm going to tell you.

[ Nyah nyah nah nahhh nah. ]

[farshoves]

And make my life easier for once?

[ Snorting. He may be dumb and he'll readily admit that (kinda, maybe, occasionally) but he's not stupid enough to believe Cassie's ever gonna pass up an opportunity to needle at him. That's what keeps it interesting and him on his toes. ]

[precautions]

[ Shut up, Nick, you don't know all whole 13 years of her life.

She steps up close, but only so she can reach up on her tiptoes and push a finger into his chest. ]

You wouldn't last one day without me.

[farshoves]

So the twenty plus years I managed on my own... Guess that was nothing but a fluke.

[ Arching an eyebrow at your tiny life, Cassie. ]

You need a stepladder there?

[typecast]

If they are, it's always out of some form of misplaced humor even they don't get.

[precautions]

'Cause the last thing we need is a lame, tyrannical version of Big Brother.

[typecast]

More lame than tyrannical, but it's an apt description. They have their moments.

[precautions]

Tell me about it.

[ Coupled with cliche eye-roll where if she rolls her eyes a fraction harder they might actually roll right out of her skull. ]

[typecast]

[ Liz smirks. Ah, youth. ]

Does yours come with bonus intention?

[interpreting]

You know, something tells me if predictability was as attractive a quality as they believed it to be, there might be a little less skepticism taking up the place.

[precautions]

Hold on—

[ Cassie's face scrunches like someone's punched her right between the brows. She digs out her sketchbook out of her satchel, starts drawing wildly and—

It's a picture of him. Or rather, a stickfigure with shitty hair, with x's for eyes. ]

How'd I do?

[interpreting]

Are you always this welcoming with strangers or am I just special?

[ And the buddy comedy continues. ]

[precautions]

You're super special.

[ To her credit, she flips the page over. The next picture is him, with the shitty hair and the x's for eyes, standing on what might be a stage infront of a crowd of squiggly lines that might be a crowd. ]

Am I close?

[interpreting]

[ He squints — wait, is that actually supposed to be him? Is she insinuating what he thinks she's insinuating? Foreboding. Nice.

Why are psychics always so damn difficult? ]

The shading's a little off.

hnng, I love that movie

[observesthings]

That never stopped my mun...

IT'S SO UNDERRATEDDD.

[precautions]

It didn't stop this lady either, but I think they'll have to get tired of us eventually.

[observesthings]

Mine hasn't... mostly because he's too afraid of what might happen if I was taken away from a certain someone.

OH MAN this is a rare canon to see people from.

[silverversusleadlining]

You believe in destiny then?