Whoa. He'd been casually going along with what she'd been saying without worrying too much about believing it, but that was before she was crackling sparks in her hand. In spite of himself, his eyes go wide at the way the lightning arcs and webs across her fingers.
"Well, shit," he says, not sure what else he even could say. "You just -- have that? All the time?"
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Date: 2022-07-12 05:04 am (UTC)"Well, shit," he says, not sure what else he even could say. "You just -- have that? All the time?"