It was SILLY how clumsy-prone he was , meager flip phone hitting thick water with an audible ‘ p l o p ! ‘ Shigeo stared hard down the storm drain and cyan energy flickered from his fingertips , surrounded his hand , and dipped into the gaps of the grate . His phone emerged dripping ( he pulled the water from the circuits , too ) , and he wasn’t too sure how much damage the sewer had done .
And BEHIND him--- the softest mouth noise ( surprise ? inquiry ? ) startled Shigeo so hard his joints popped and his psychokinesis faded into thin air . And his reflexes , though poor , allowed him to snatch his phone before it landed in the drain again . A sweat broke out on the paleness of his forehead and he turned , almost mechanically .
“ Can I---” his mouth worked gawkily around the words , “ ---help you ? “
( ♡’d for a starter ) // @faustium.