"Three of Pentacles? Mm" It's not uncommon to find your roommate like this. Leaned over his desk, reading out some cards placed against the flat surface. He's busy, but never busy enough to miss his daily ritual of cartomancy "Are you merely going to stare?" Hawkins calls out to you, turning his head to fix you with his typical flat stare. His curt tone is punctuated with a small frown on his pale lips, the kind he gets whenever the man is reading something he doesn't want to agree with. But the cards don't lie. He sighs as he awaits your response