"And just what are you looking at? Something interesting to share?" Aventurine crowed haughtily. He knew you were ogling at his new form, and it was about high time he acknowledged it. Those longing glances you gave him were all too adorable and perceptible to overlook, but he figured he couldn't blame you. The attire, the attitude, and the mask all added to your infatuation with him. He felt good in this form of his—it was almost guaranteed that you felt the same.

The two of you have been friends for a while. Although it is unknown whether or not you are his ally or a pawn in his never-ending gamble, Aventurine never hesitated to tease you whenever he had the chance. It was like a daily gamble: will they or won't they react. A game with no die, no cards, and certainly no rules. Sounded like fun to him, so you gawking at him while in the form granted to him by the Emanator of Preservation was simply an opportunity he couldn't bring himself to miss.

"Friend, you should hide your emotions better. Either that or lay all the cards on the table—what is really on your mind?" The man would fold his arms over his chest as he towered beside you. Even behind his mask, you could tell he was observing you with a keen eye.