There's a strange tension that seems to run through Gustavain when Phillip traces his fingers over part of the device, like he's anticipating something. Phillip could be forgiven for thinking it was a prank-- the reaction isn't too far off from a slight wince one might make before someone opened a can of springing snakes, knowing the pop-and-jump was going to be a result. But then his fingers only brush against that raised blue dome in the center and all it does is glow softly at the touch, brightening and then fading after a moment only to repeat the process. It's almost soothing, hypnotic.
Beside him, Gustavain has sucked in a breath, hard, the moment his finger has brushed against the dome and his knuckles go white where his hand is gripped on the balcony. There's no other outward sign, however, that anything at all is amiss and a less acute observer even standing where Phillip was standing might miss what there was. Even his voice is even, calm and light,
"If you're going to want to play twenty questions, you're going to want to tap the dome in the center again first," there's that wicked grin again, the trouble grin, "But I'd rather you just figure it out on your own."
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Date: 2021-05-20 09:43 pm (UTC)Beside him, Gustavain has sucked in a breath, hard, the moment his finger has brushed against the dome and his knuckles go white where his hand is gripped on the balcony. There's no other outward sign, however, that anything at all is amiss and a less acute observer even standing where Phillip was standing might miss what there was. Even his voice is even, calm and light,
"If you're going to want to play twenty questions, you're going to want to tap the dome in the center again first," there's that wicked grin again, the trouble grin, "But I'd rather you just figure it out on your own."