[ Claude has, for his part, managed to successfully avoid most of the festivities; after the past few months, he's in no mood for them and, moreover, doesn't feel as though anything he gets into will be particularly safe. And so he's simply strolling through the festival, letting his jaw get the mother of all workouts from gnawing on a particularly hard caramel apple as he eyes people escaping from the various tents.
There are several reasons why someone would look displeased after leaving a fortune teller's tent. One being that they simply got a bad fortune, which is dispiriting enough, another being that the fortune teller managed an accurate enough cold reading of their victim to give them the heebie jeebies.
This fellow's attitude seems to be a little too severe for either of those to be the case as he wanders right into Claude's little hiding spot, and Claude watches him with bright, curious eyes. ]
Bad fortune? I haven't bothered, myself. I don't need a fortune teller to tell me that.
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There are several reasons why someone would look displeased after leaving a fortune teller's tent. One being that they simply got a bad fortune, which is dispiriting enough, another being that the fortune teller managed an accurate enough cold reading of their victim to give them the heebie jeebies.
This fellow's attitude seems to be a little too severe for either of those to be the case as he wanders right into Claude's little hiding spot, and Claude watches him with bright, curious eyes. ]
Bad fortune? I haven't bothered, myself. I don't need a fortune teller to tell me that.