[Dio's first thought as she gazes into his eyes with a smile wider still is that this must have been the way the Nasty looked when she called the lightning. For an instant, the flashes strike him as an emphasis on his visual imagination of that past moment - and then he processes the very real presence of some light from above.] !!! [This doesn't make any sense! He can't scan any noise, but his instincts are telling him that something this unfamiliar is definitely a threat! Dio grips Helena's hand tighter as he turns and stares at the ceiling, looking for anything unusual; not mollified by the lack of salient results, he thrusts out his free hand to guide the visualization component of telekinesis, sending five cardboard boxes in rapid succession towards a specific point. They strike nothing. The boxes fall back down, crumpled, bumping into other boxes. Dio's gaze follows the downward trajectory and stays there. The light was already entirely gone before this counterattack even started.] ... [He realizes how stupid this has been, and lets go of Helena's hand. Stands.]
Shit, uhhhh... [Is he going to have to... clean this up? He puts his hand behind the back of his head, glances sheepishly at Helena. Deadpan; seeing Dio talk freely quite a bit by now, in this moment Helena might get the contrasting impression that he's drawing on a reserve of bravado and charismatic cliches more typical in his superficial interactions. The apologetic word that doesn't even try to be sincere, for example.] I'm sorry, I swear that's never happened before. [Seriously, as she was presumably about to say, what the fuck.]
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[Dio's first thought as she gazes into his eyes with a smile wider still is that this must have been the way the Nasty looked when she called the lightning. For an instant, the flashes strike him as an emphasis on his visual imagination of that past moment - and then he processes the very real presence of some light from above.] !!! [This doesn't make any sense! He can't scan any noise, but his instincts are telling him that something this unfamiliar is definitely a threat! Dio grips Helena's hand tighter as he turns and stares at the ceiling, looking for anything unusual; not mollified by the lack of salient results, he thrusts out his free hand to guide the visualization component of telekinesis, sending five cardboard boxes in rapid succession towards a specific point. They strike nothing. The boxes fall back down, crumpled, bumping into other boxes. Dio's gaze follows the downward trajectory and stays there. The light was already entirely gone before this counterattack even started.] ... [He realizes how stupid this has been, and lets go of Helena's hand. Stands.]
Shit, uhhhh... [Is he going to have to... clean this up? He puts his hand behind the back of his head, glances sheepishly at Helena. Deadpan; seeing Dio talk freely quite a bit by now, in this moment Helena might get the contrasting impression that he's drawing on a reserve of bravado and charismatic cliches more typical in his superficial interactions. The apologetic word that doesn't even try to be sincere, for example.] I'm sorry, I swear that's never happened before. [Seriously, as she was presumably about to say, what the fuck.]