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Asmo leaned over your shoulder as he poured tea into the delicate china teacup in front of you. He watched the amber liquid swirl, a flurry of tiny bubbles collecting on its shimmering surface. He gave a satisfied smile.
“You know, they say tea can be a powerful tool of divination,” Asmo sat down to pour his own cup.
“Really?” You asked.
“Mhmm, each one of those little bubbles on the edge of your cup is a kiss in your future.” He blew you a kiss, winking, “That’s one.”
You peered into your cup at the bubbles floating on your tea, your cheeks warming. There were so many!
“Nah, that ain't what I heard,” said Mammon as he swiped a scone from the serving tray, “I heard each bubble represents a Grimm that's comin’ your way, and it's only the ones in the center of the cup.”
Satan didn't look up from his book, “Bubbles on the surface of tea are the result of hot water coming in contact with the proteins in the tea leaves, an easily explained chemical reaction,” He turned a page, “Besides, everyone knows the most accurate form of tasseography is tea leaf reading.”
“Yeah, well what about…”
“Ugh, how unromantic,” Asmo sniffed, scooting his chair closer to you. “Don’t listen to them, MC.”
As you watched on, amused as the second and fourth brothers’ argument unfolded, Asmo carefully counted the bubbles in your teacup.
He would be sure to make your future come true later. One kiss for every single bubble.