[Matoba, despite being human, might feel easily mistaken for another ayakashi on first glance, thanks to the slimy-feeling curse on his eye; his own aura was a clean and sharp sensation beneath that, carefully withheld. He has already done his bothering of Shylock, let's say, so he's sequestered himself off to a corner with plush burgundy couches, a teapot and sugar dish, and a freshly brewed cup of tea. The aroma of the tea's sweetness and spice wafts around the seating, and he gives a soft blow to it before sipping.]
[An affliction which makes others invisible to his eye... What a lonely and pitiful curse that must be, Matoba thinks, but also a vexing one. Having others perceive you while being unable to defend yourself- the wizard he had spoken to over the network had not sounded like the sort of cagey fellow he would imagine that to create, and it made him curious, especially if he was an ayakashi like Shylock, a magical spirit who ought to understand the power of perception.]
[Why not see what sorts of interesting things he might say?]
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[An affliction which makes others invisible to his eye... What a lonely and pitiful curse that must be, Matoba thinks, but also a vexing one. Having others perceive you while being unable to defend yourself- the wizard he had spoken to over the network had not sounded like the sort of cagey fellow he would imagine that to create, and it made him curious, especially if he was an ayakashi like Shylock, a magical spirit who ought to understand the power of perception.]
[Why not see what sorts of interesting things he might say?]