[It's unexpectedly charming that all this guy wanted was a deck of cards just like the one he was playing with. Then again, it makes sense. He's good at his not-magic tricks, and they clearly pay off around here. Still: pretty charming.]
[The way his eyes widen at the offer — request? offer? something — is a little more genuine than his reaction before, although the difference is minute. His gaze shifts to the stall's owner, who seems to be willing. He's hesitant for all of a second before greed takes over.]
[There's a lot for offer, but his gaze settles on a tarot deck wrapped in purple cloth. He glances first to Akira, then the stall's owner, and ultimately back to Akira again as his hand hovers over the deck.]
Is this all right?
[How the hell does this weird barter system work, anyway? Give him capitalism again.]
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[The way his eyes widen at the offer — request? offer? something — is a little more genuine than his reaction before, although the difference is minute. His gaze shifts to the stall's owner, who seems to be willing. He's hesitant for all of a second before greed takes over.]
[There's a lot for offer, but his gaze settles on a tarot deck wrapped in purple cloth. He glances first to Akira, then the stall's owner, and ultimately back to Akira again as his hand hovers over the deck.]
Is this all right?
[How the hell does this weird barter system work, anyway? Give him capitalism again.]