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::If you're going through the park, near nice flowers, you can find a little girl at a bench and table shuffling playing cards. Near it is a eyedropper and a glass of water. Perhaps you'd like to ask why she's doing Riffle and Hindu shuffles over and over. And where her mother is.::

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*just simply appears by the flowers, having stepped out of time to get there in order to do his daily admiring, before glancing over at this little girl who's sitting there.

He tries to mind his own business, though. That girl is...*

... Still damaging time-and-space, I see, with little concern for your actions.

::Shuffle, snap, flick, shuffle shuffle, snap, flick...::

*... yes. yes, this girl is that one.*

My actions are of no valid concern to you, to state that.

They are my concern when I don't want to wake up and find the sky made of waffle and my food tastes like purple. Still trying to rush around to avoid your own emotions as well, I take it.

::Shuffle shuffle shuffle.::

I am doing nothing of the sort. Just leave me be. I made no move to bother you.

Except threaten the integrity of the probability of the universe because you have issues.

::Riffle shuffle and one of the cards pops out.:: You keep abusing time like you do, and something will go wrong, just like that.

::The card floats down, revealing itself to be The Joker.::

I still doubt that my actions will cause that. If I felt that they would do anything severe to time itself, I would cease. But I have yet to foresee that. *... he picks up the card for you, placing it down onto the bench you're sitting on*

Maybe you don't foresee it because you damage time so much? And I suppose thank you for picking up the card.

::Places it back in, doing a pile shuffle.::

I would foresee damage, at the least.

None of my actions do anything to time itself. My current existence would, theoretically, be more of a concern than my actions.

They're both one and the same.

::Holds out the Deck, fanning it out.::

Pick a card. Any card.

*... ... ... ... He chooses a card from around the right end.*

Look at it, then return it face down to the deck.

*... takes a glance at the card. Whatever it is, he then returns it.*

::Shuffles, shuffle, shuffles.::

Your card, the 9 of Spades. A sign your life is going to hit its worst. That coldness you have around you is going to be smashed, just like you'll do to time.

*he was about to look annoyed, but he manages to keep his expression straight, staring down at you*

And to what basis did you come to that conclusion?

Folk fortune telling with regards to playing cards.

I feel doubt that a card will do better at predicting where I shall go than anything else.

You'd be surprised, Destroyer of Time.

Do not accuse me of that.

*Stare*

::Unperturbed at your staring, she takes her glass of water and throws the water at your face.::

*--!! manages to move out of the way, though barely*

And that was for...?

Staring like a pedophile in heat.

*... he has literally no comment for it, as he just shakes his head*

Fine. I'll leave. You will not be allowing me to do what I intended on, regardless.

Staring at the flowers? Do that. I have no problem with that.

And will you continue to speak unabated as a result?

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