He would have to look very hard. And in fact, that would probably be the most peculiar thing for Akito: The more he'd look, the more it would seem that there was no such thing. No threshold between 'trick' and 'magic'.
He'd see that there were distractions, moments where the magician would do some gesture, something that diverted your attention-- the kind of moment when you'd EXPECT the trick to come, but if you ignored the distraction, you would still be hard pressed to spot how he turned that napkin into a candle again. And there were fake-outs. Moments where the magician didn't slip, but purposefully made it seem like the trick had happened-- subtle for most, but glaring for the keen eye, like the difference between sincerely tripping and faking a tumble down, though it wasn't easy. This guy was a really good actor or--
He was meeting Akito's eyes. For a second there was curiosity in his look, and then a sort of dawning understanding, and a spark of playfulness. He winked once, and then took padded steps forward on towards the edge of the stage, as if approaching him when his hakama apparently caught on one of his feet, making him trip with a yelp, and fall forward, to everyone's horror, gravity rapidly bringing him close the candles that could very much burn his face! He covered it with one sleeve on the last second...
Except that, mid-fall, he wasn't there anymore. The flutter of the clothes became flapping as they fell, empty, to the ground. Ah! Surely there was some sort of trap door there, right? Indeed, that's likely how he suddenly got behind one of the shocked kids on the audience, one next to Akito. "Scary, huh! Gee, I hope that guy's okay," he said. The kid looked up and gave a little squeak of awe, just as the magician's mouth formed a curious 'oh', "Hm? What's that behind your ear?" he asked, prior to 'searching' there, and producing a dove. In the bright glee of the boy's amazed face, the performer straightened up-- he was wearing a red t-shirt now, and tight, black jeans, and black slip-on shoes, "Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming!" he said, to around of applause, after which he excused himself. "I'll be back in thirty minutes! Hold on for another great show!"
That said, he turned his attention to Akito personally, giving him a white, broad smile, as if he were an old friend. Maybe an old friend who just so happened to successfully rob a bank. There was just a little spark of mischief to it. "Gosh, giving me such a look! What sort of creature are you? A fellow performer, or a critic?"
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He'd see that there were distractions, moments where the magician would do some gesture, something that diverted your attention-- the kind of moment when you'd EXPECT the trick to come, but if you ignored the distraction, you would still be hard pressed to spot how he turned that napkin into a candle again. And there were fake-outs. Moments where the magician didn't slip, but purposefully made it seem like the trick had happened-- subtle for most, but glaring for the keen eye, like the difference between sincerely tripping and faking a tumble down, though it wasn't easy. This guy was a really good actor or--
He was meeting Akito's eyes. For a second there was curiosity in his look, and then a sort of dawning understanding, and a spark of playfulness. He winked once, and then took padded steps forward on towards the edge of the stage, as if approaching him when his hakama apparently caught on one of his feet, making him trip with a yelp, and fall forward, to everyone's horror, gravity rapidly bringing him close the candles that could very much burn his face! He covered it with one sleeve on the last second...
Except that, mid-fall, he wasn't there anymore. The flutter of the clothes became flapping as they fell, empty, to the ground. Ah! Surely there was some sort of trap door there, right? Indeed, that's likely how he suddenly got behind one of the shocked kids on the audience, one next to Akito. "Scary, huh! Gee, I hope that guy's okay," he said. The kid looked up and gave a little squeak of awe, just as the magician's mouth formed a curious 'oh', "Hm? What's that behind your ear?" he asked, prior to 'searching' there, and producing a dove. In the bright glee of the boy's amazed face, the performer straightened up-- he was wearing a red t-shirt now, and tight, black jeans, and black slip-on shoes, "Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming!" he said, to around of applause, after which he excused himself. "I'll be back in thirty minutes! Hold on for another great show!"
That said, he turned his attention to Akito personally, giving him a white, broad smile, as if he were an old friend. Maybe an old friend who just so happened to successfully rob a bank. There was just a little spark of mischief to it. "Gosh, giving me such a look! What sort of creature are you? A fellow performer, or a critic?"