[ Matt takes Tezcatlipoca's hand. He's not sure what he expects from his grip--whether he anticipates unusual heat, or obsidian smoothness, or the ghostly sensation of fur--but he's surprised and intrigued by the black nail polish.
For Matt's part, his grip is fluent and sure, though not terribly firm. As he contemplates teleporting from one place to another, however, his fingers tighten their hold slightly. ]
I like exploring, [ he says. ] I just hope I have time. [ Before the world ends again? Before he's thrown in a boxing ring with some other seedling person? He's not sure, which is itself discomfiting. ] For now, do I think about anything in particular? You ...?
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For Matt's part, his grip is fluent and sure, though not terribly firm. As he contemplates teleporting from one place to another, however, his fingers tighten their hold slightly. ]
I like exploring, [ he says. ] I just hope I have time. [ Before the world ends again? Before he's thrown in a boxing ring with some other seedling person? He's not sure, which is itself discomfiting. ] For now, do I think about anything in particular? You ...?