[The internal struggle tries to slither under Kavinsky's skin, but he puts it off by embracing the discomfort. Misato will still be there when he returns, along with the rest of his brood. They won't be gone more than an hour, if that. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. And while the symbiote whines, nasal in his mind, Kavinsky's too excited to let that dissuade him.]
Great.
[No more kid gloves. Or gloves at all, because use of his power would leave them with awfully telling scorch marks. He removes anything covering his hands, and it's nice to feel the open breeze on them. He wishes he could chance removing all of the heavy robes, but even at this distance, that would be more stupid than it's worth.
He rubs his fingers together, thumbs stroking over index, middle, ring fingers, and pinkies. It takes a minute, he doesn't rely on this power very often, but then the sparks come. A brilliant lemon yellow this time around, skipping over his fingers and palms. The color's new, not that he has any clue if the look of the sparks are truly random, a mood ring, or more about the symbiote's disposition than his own.]
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Great.
[No more kid gloves. Or gloves at all, because use of his power would leave them with awfully telling scorch marks. He removes anything covering his hands, and it's nice to feel the open breeze on them. He wishes he could chance removing all of the heavy robes, but even at this distance, that would be more stupid than it's worth.
He rubs his fingers together, thumbs stroking over index, middle, ring fingers, and pinkies.
It takes a minute, he doesn't rely on this power very often, but then the sparks come. A brilliant lemon yellow this time around, skipping over his fingers and palms. The color's new, not that he has any clue if the look of the sparks are truly random, a mood ring, or more about the symbiote's disposition than his own.]
Ready?