〔✝≻ And of course since the girl had nothing best to do, instead stood there and watched. What even is there under his sleeve anyways? Might as well see it for herself since she’s not going anywhere else far more important.
“Okay then - let’s see what you got….”
And then there it was. Lights. That came out of his hand. She would’ve tried to grab it if not for the words he had uttered, her focus far from the show he conducted.
“Legendary type? What are you a fucking pokemon?”, there was a chuckle but realization had hit her next. She had never meant to blurt that out like that — so a hand was then hastily placed upon her mouth. Another hand waving it away, "I-I mean…. ah— that’s cool…. yeah. Cool! How’d you do that?" A bright smile and a nod to make him forget what she had said earlier.
« She could say that, being a pokemon. He did compare himself to a Mew just seconds ago. However, he's far from a pokemon, something better--something real. Something different. A smirk appears as she begins to stroke his ego from the pokemon comment. It's not like her initial reaction didn't weigh on his mind, it's just better to ignore it for something good sometimes. »
❝ Cool, huh? ❞
« Her question was something he couldn't exactly explain. It's not like there's an easy/clean cut answer to it. He just borrowed the abilities thanks to his own. »
❝ How? I'm a, uh... conduit. So I just borrowed someone else's powers. ❞
