After a second and a deep huff from his nose, the Gothitelle stopped momentarily. His brows relaxed, and his mouth closed a bit. He blinked his empty white eyes, focusing in the direction of the hybrid at his doorway. He was sensing him, and upon discovering that his other half was his own species, the taller, younger male leaned forward.
He was calmer now, but now with a hint of anxiety upon his realisation.
His trauma was screaming at him to fear the Delphox side, but he still felt an unusual ease upon discovering that this was a member of his own species, and he had just screamed at him.
“I... I apologise for yelling.” he didn’t say much else. He didn’t know how to feel at the very moment towards this hybrid. Pumpkin was triggering two extremes of Wishmaster’s brain: his trauma, and his respect.