[It is a quiet day. With everything he's needed to finish completed, Mewtwo seeks nothing more than to sit and enjoy some tea in the quiet cafe he has come to enjoy. With his cloak wrapped about himself, he ventures inside, immediately taking a seat near the window as always. Soon enough, a delicate tea cup of Darjeeling sits before him, the aroma and steam delicious to his senses.
With barely a thought, the cup begins to glow as it lifts from the table to his mouth and he sips quietly, eyes closed to take in the flavour, then the cup lowers back to the table. The first time he'd done it a few people had been shocked... but that had also been in addition to his appearance. Now, people were used to him. It was pleasant enough, he supposed, though he preferred to be left to himself.]
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With barely a thought, the cup begins to glow as it lifts from the table to his mouth and he sips quietly, eyes closed to take in the flavour, then the cup lowers back to the table. The first time he'd done it a few people had been shocked... but that had also been in addition to his appearance. Now, people were used to him. It was pleasant enough, he supposed, though he preferred to be left to himself.]