(if he exists where she's from at all, he'd be so much older than he is right now, he thinks to himself with a laugh. he can't even imagine what he would be like, can't imagine how his life would turn out to be... but he touches her, and her emotions are so clear to him as they waltz before his eyes, he can even smell the clay, feel her emotions on her own achievement and the jitters of a new unlocked skill - one he didn't even know she had. he's mesmerized as he sees her, but her own competitiveness pulses a bit in his brain, the images flickering and failing for seconds, but he can still make them out should the image cut for longer.
they're snippets, anyway. too weak to paint the whole rooftop from her own mind, but enough to make him put his hands on top of his guitar, a beaming smile on his lips as he watches the horizon.)
... So, this power thing isn't so bad, right? I think I should be able to control it better... With time.
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they're snippets, anyway. too weak to paint the whole rooftop from her own mind, but enough to make him put his hands on top of his guitar, a beaming smile on his lips as he watches the horizon.)
... So, this power thing isn't so bad, right? I think I should be able to control it better... With time.