Nova had great control over most things that people older than him were still trying to control. In it’s stead, his control over his emotions was significantly worse. The situation didn’t make it any better.
He found a black viscous material flowing from the top of his head down along his bangs before falling to the floor. “It’s finally that time, huh?” He thought to himself. His mewberty on it’s own was already late, but given his circumstance, it only made it that much later.
“Remi, it’s not a good time for a sparring match if that’s what you’re here for.” He turned toward the other, his hands visibly shaking. The combination of his personal incapability to control his emotions entirely coupled with mewberty meant that his emotions could easily tip and he could subconsciously cast a spell without intending to.