[ The conglomeration of spirits shrieks agreeably in response. Then they abruptly thworp into the cup, disappearing from sight as they possess its form instead. It levitates up out of her grip and begins to float around the general vicinity of the table, bopping about from side to side erratically.
The Ring-Spirit watches this with some bemusement. ]
Yep, good thing it's empty. H-heheh.
[ With that, he perches on the edge of the table, relying on his hollow bones to not endanger the thing's structural integrity, and sets about pouring himself a cup that's looking like it'll end up about half cream. ]
...Did you know Atem very well? He always seemed to make a lot of friends.
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Date: 2023-08-31 01:53 am (UTC)The Ring-Spirit watches this with some bemusement. ]
Yep, good thing it's empty. H-heheh.
[ With that, he perches on the edge of the table, relying on his hollow bones to not endanger the thing's structural integrity, and sets about pouring himself a cup that's looking like it'll end up about half cream. ]
...Did you know Atem very well? He always seemed to make a lot of friends.