[She finally notices that much, the other people not even looking at him. This doesn't calm her any, though, and she feels the muscles in her back, arms and neck tense up.]
This isn't real. This is a curse. You're not really here. This is just the City fucking with me.
[And she repeats this over and over, under her breath as she just backs away from the clown. That seems to calm her down, even knock back most of the fear she'd been feeling through most of this.]
[Listen to him laugh and laugh and whirrr and whirrr and bleed until the fire just FWOOSH eats him up. It leaves a smoking spot where he was previously and patrons casually brush the ash away until it's nothing because that's what it is, nothing but whatever's in Charlie's mind.]
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[OH LOOK, PSYCHIC NOSEBLEED. He's bleeding from his eyes, nose and mouth. Still the only one who seems to see him is Charlie.]
I think if we continue, charlie'd blow the teashop up...
This isn't real. This is a curse. You're not really here. This is just the City fucking with me.
[And she repeats this over and over, under her breath as she just backs away from the clown. That seems to calm her down, even knock back most of the fear she'd been feeling through most of this.]
/dutifully shoos him away to save the shop
[Listen to him laugh and laugh and whirrr and whirrr and bleed until the fire just FWOOSH eats him up. It leaves a smoking spot where he was previously and patrons casually brush the ash away until it's nothing because that's what it is, nothing but whatever's in Charlie's mind.]