#SNHJODANHJOA I AM SORRY ABOUT HIM PLS IGNORE HIM

[magnifiico]

"Your majesty? If you may hold still for just a moment..." A genteel smile would quickly replace the contemplative gaze to which Geto had had been directing at Magnifico, as a single hand was raised up towards him then.

The hideous curse (That this sorcerer king curiously was not able to see) had so chosen to perch itself upon the man's shoulders would let out a horrified shriek, before it was siphoned into the very palm of his hand. Taking the form of a pitch black orb, Geto would offer it a brief glance before simply placing it away into the sleeve of his robes.

"There... do you feel better? Lighter? ... I'm sure it's easier now for you to breathe as well~"

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He thinks it rude at first.

After all, King Magnifico is in the middle of talking when the man speaks over him, and even if he has no other choice but to interrupt (Given the mighty breath the king takes in when he's forced to pause, he must have been saying quite a lot with very few breaks between), Magnifico temporarily wonders what could possibly be important enough. Important enough to interrupt a king, that is. A hand once gesturing emphatically with every syllable falls limp as he turns to meet Geto's somewhat distracted stare—Where is he looking?—but before Magnifico gathers the chance to lightly admonish the lack of courtesy . . .

He feels it as much as he hears it. A chilling shriek rips the brief quiet asunder, followed so shockingly fast by a sensation the king could only describe as . . . inexplicable relief. As if he himself was the one to have shouted his frustrations, expelled some pent-up bubbling beneath his skin, and perhaps deep in his gut. When he releases another exhale, it flows smoother. Heavier. As heavy as the weight once perched atop his shoulders that he hadn't even noticed until it suddenly wasn't there.

Most importantly, though—

Along with feeling and hearing, he's seen it, now. His eyes track the peculiar orb as it disappears into the cavernous sleeves of what was once so unassuming of a man, and so . . .

Magnifico blinks. He hesitates. Considers. Processes. And when the wheels in his head finally click into their proper places, he squares Geto's gaze with a perhaps admittedly obvious conclusion: “So . . . I suppose this would mean you aren't just some traveling monk after all. You didn't—oh, I don't know—find it relevant to announce this particular talent of yours until this very moment, is that it?”