[lately explosions like these happened when someone was trying to hurt him, or hurt someone he cared about. fights he didn't want and then everything got too much and boom. it's a little odd for it to be in a moment like this, where things were relatively safe and, more so, he has a lot more time to just process what happened.
it's cathartic, it always is. a weight off, even as shame tugs at him for letting it get like this. nowhere near actually losing full control, those he doesn't remember at all until he comes to, but enough. his legs feel a little wobbly, drained from the power used. the bubble they're in is still warm like a nice spring day and will probably remain warm and blooming for quite a long time, or until the trench or a pthumerian override it.
he glances to robby after assessing things again quickly (the windows looked pretty now, like stained glass kinda, but he still broke them. did he have to pay to get them fixed back to normal now? did people even live around here?) and he notices that longer hair. it makes him blink, unaware that was something he could do. a shame, hanazawa probably would have appreciated that after the whole shaved head thing.
mob nods to that, starting forward with his omen sticking close to his side this time. leaving the bubble is when he glances over again]
S-sorry, about... that. And your hair. It looks nice like this though. [he attempts. at least he could just cut it?? still probably rude to shove a bunch of psychic power into someone and make their hair grow without asking.]
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it's cathartic, it always is. a weight off, even as shame tugs at him for letting it get like this. nowhere near actually losing full control, those he doesn't remember at all until he comes to, but enough. his legs feel a little wobbly, drained from the power used. the bubble they're in is still warm like a nice spring day and will probably remain warm and blooming for quite a long time, or until the trench or a pthumerian override it.
he glances to robby after assessing things again quickly (the windows looked pretty now, like stained glass kinda, but he still broke them. did he have to pay to get them fixed back to normal now? did people even live around here?) and he notices that longer hair. it makes him blink, unaware that was something he could do. a shame, hanazawa probably would have appreciated that after the whole shaved head thing.
mob nods to that, starting forward with his omen sticking close to his side this time. leaving the bubble is when he glances over again]
S-sorry, about... that. And your hair. It looks nice like this though. [he attempts. at least he could just cut it?? still probably rude to shove a bunch of psychic power into someone and make their hair grow without asking.]