"... WHO THE FUCK?!"

"Illusionist? It is nice to meet you... I'm guessing that is a performer name."

"Ah... F." Visibly cringes just at the mention of that name before he responds to the question. "Um, certainly! That would be nice to see!"

"Well... Alright." He really had no preference, so he'd settle on thinking about hearts. Because the loser is a hopeless romantic.

"Find me...? That's sort of weird, but alright." Shuffling the cards about, Teiru would whisper to them afterwards "Find me". He felt --

-- weird as hell whispering to cards. If this was all some prank to see a guy whisper to cards, he was going to be pissed.

"Do I believe in what I see...? Well, it depends on how much I've slept." He was tempted to say something else, but wouldn't bother to --

-- risk it in fear the Illusionist may actually be an undercover cop.

The fact that they had sprung out like a fountain was what caught his eye. Sure, them all being hearts was impressive, but what the heck --

-- just happened? Teiru'd rub his eyes and look at the cards and the magician once more, remarking "I could've sworn I took nothing today."

//Tfw your internet is being a fuk and you're screaming internally.

There's two types of Teirus in this world-

//"No internet, secured" WELL YOU CAN EAT A BAG OF DICKS

//i RESTARTED AND IT'S STILL GLITCHING. WHATTHEFUCK.

//YES

"LEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING-" IS GETTING OUT HEDGE CLIPPERS.

"FS LEN? MORE LIKE FFS LEN." Still opening and closing the hedge clippers, RIP

"... If he tries anything-" He'll just demonstrate by cutting a hot dog in half with the hedge clippers. "- snip snip goes his dick dick."

Teiru's just gonna be like: m.youtube.com/watch?v=eoDb7n…

//I need to get on here more often. Like good grief.//