[The expression on Edgar's face remains the same: calm with carefully controlled anticipation just to keep up the mood. But underneath that he was eager, filled with fascination as he watches Taako to pick up the fork from the table. A curious brow arches up when it disappears between his closed hands.
But when the butterfly emerges his eyes widen and lips are softly parted from amaze. Yes, yes. He is impressed. Feeling lost with words he even leans closer to take a better look at it and the moment it gets up and flies, Edgar reaches for it with his free hand, trying to touch it before it disappears.
After it's gone he lowers his hand and looks back at him.]
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But when the butterfly emerges his eyes widen and lips are softly parted from amaze. Yes, yes. He is impressed. Feeling lost with words he even leans closer to take a better look at it and the moment it gets up and flies, Edgar reaches for it with his free hand, trying to touch it before it disappears.
After it's gone he lowers his hand and looks back at him.]
Quite. What is it? An illusion?