✧ @illunaris / continued ✧
Steven had caught the glance and understood. Despite the hassle they’re having right now, Matsuba wasn’t unhappy about the gift. Phew.
He watched the other handle the porcelaine with so much care, Steven wished Matsuba would touch him that way too. Maybe someday he’d be deserving of that kind of gentle treatment? He watched Matsuba coax something out, silver blue eyes squinting to make sure he wasn’t missing anything.
And then he finally saw it. Looked like liquid, but not quite. A bit on the gooey side. He made out a face on the cup itself now, an expression he hadn’t noticed before. “Is this a pokemon?” Not any Steven had ever seen before. Whatever it was, it was kinda cute and didn’t seem hostile. On the contrary, it was shy and seeing two big men leaning over it must be intimidating.
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With an endearing sort of timidness, the little goop made its presence known. What resembled a tiny w a v e offered to the mystic, before receeding back fully into the black cup.
One voice, gentle. The other, a s m i d g e too loud. It took a few moments━( with a finger raised to Matsuba’s lips, encouraging a softer tone )━but the ghost seemed to grow more curious.
Two little eyes blinking on the side of the cup again, with a gold c r a c k separating them.
❛ A sinistea, or a variation. ❜ Matsuba’s hands provide an even platform for the cup to sit flat on. Posture relaxing when the wave of unsettled energy started to disperse, a more calm and gentle smile graced the mystic’s face. ❛ I imagine this was not the original cup, was it little friend? ❜
