Scallion Spear. How dare. Chobe scowls, scooting back, suddenly disarmed. For as used to weird looks as he is, he's always unsettled when someone isn't frightened or alarmed by his powers. You gotta be a different kind of fucked up to think it's actually cool or fascinating, he thinks.]
It ain't no transformative nothin', don't be calling it some made up book shit!
[And now poking?? He retracts the vine, letting it sink and disappear into his chest.]
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Scallion Spear. How dare. Chobe scowls, scooting back, suddenly disarmed. For as used to weird looks as he is, he's always unsettled when someone isn't frightened or alarmed by his powers. You gotta be a different kind of fucked up to think it's actually cool or fascinating, he thinks.]
It ain't no transformative nothin', don't be calling it some made up book shit!
[And now poking?? He retracts the vine, letting it sink and disappear into his chest.]