Its grip on the card is tight enough to likely leave impressions, his claw shaking with anger. Its "favorite" card, huh? This reeked of an old forest god it knew. Of all the obnoxious, taunting things it could have been granted, this? This was targeted. And it was sure of that.
It had barely even noticed the individual peering over his shoulder until he spoke, and he practically jumps with the realization that he's being watched - and from so close.
"$#^%!"
"Wh- no? Does this look like a tarot card?"
It's shaking the card for emphasis, monitor turned to look at the stranger encroaching on his space.
"It's a stinking beast card. And the one I'd never want to see again! Not my damned favorite!"
Yeah, he definitely understands what's going on.
Hands rose in defence as if with expectation of the distress transcending to physical lashing out. He hadn't anticipated such a visceral reaction, though couldn't blame the other — if robbed of his cards, it would stir deep emotional turmoil within him, eve if to others, they might be simply playing cards from a game.
As best he could to track the image whilst it trembled in the claws gripping it fiercely, Aichi attempted to identify the image in line with the question. His knowledge of tarot was scattered, but the beast wasn't a title he knew to be one of its figures — so he'd commit it to memory and correct that.
"I wonder why the Stars would take away a tarot deck?" he mused. His decks hadn't been confiscated, but they bore no power by themselves, so they couldn't exactly be classified as weapons. Perhaps it had powers tied to its cards? "I'd like to think leaving you with the beast is a joke and not something more mean-spirited.
Maybe you could ask for your favourite back when the chance arises? It's possible to get back everything that was taken away from you so you could make that one a priority".










