You and Kit are at a deserted beach! … … … Except Kit is unrecognisable, wearing the guise of the hero, Prisma Knight. His clothes are blue and his hair is also iridescent blue, and he's wearing a domino mask.
You, on the other hand, are just chillin' on a rock in denim short shorts and a cropped hoodie. There's a picnic basket next to you, and a sandwich in your hand. You gesture with the sandwich, "You can do it, Kit! It's not that much different from fire. You've just gotta reach out and shape it —"
"Reach out how?" Kit sounds like a deflated balloon. He kinda looks like a deflated balloon. "Shape it how? At least fire has the wand as a conduit." He turns to look back at the water, takes a deep breath,, and stretches out a hand, "Reeeeeeeeeeeach …"
You watch, hopeful.
Nothing happens.
"Reeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaach."
Nothing happens.
"...Reach?"
He tries flicking his hand, but nothing continues to happens. After a few more attempts Kit sighs and falls backwards into the sand with a soft whump. You slide off your rock and go to pat him on the head.
"Reaching didn't work out?"
"Reaching very much did not work out."
He sighs, furrowing his brow and you can see the gears turning in his brain as he tries to puzzle out something that really should not be this hard? You don't know how much more clearly you can explain it, and so you simply continue to pet him.
"What do you feel when you reach out?" He eventually asks. "Are you picturing the water doing anything, are you… vibing with the currents or something?"
"Uhh. Hm." Pat, pat. "Yyyyes? Yeah. Vibe with the currents! Like this, watch." You stretch out a hand — you don't have to, but maybe it'll help him get it? — and call upon the water. A thin tendril rises from the waves and twists itself into the shape of a thumbs up. "Just like that."
Rising from the sand, Kit raises his hand again. He's watching you in an attempt to mimic your movements, yet despite both your best efforts he doesn't seem to understand any better. He doesn't give up, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, forcibly relaxing his tensed shoulders. A calmness settles over him, a moment of peaceful serenity that is very swiftly cut short when he digs his heels into the sand, opens his eyes and thrusts his hand out with sudden force.
The waves ignore him as they have done all afternoon.
"Perhaps I need proximity to properly vibe with the currents."
Kit says, completely deadpan, before walking forward and throwing himself straight in the ocean.
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You, on the other hand, are just chillin' on a rock in denim short shorts and a cropped hoodie. There's a picnic basket next to you, and a sandwich in your hand. You gesture with the sandwich, "You can do it, Kit! It's not that much different from fire. You've just gotta reach out and shape it —"
"Reach out how?" Kit sounds like a deflated balloon. He kinda looks like a deflated balloon. "Shape it how? At least fire has the wand as a conduit." He turns to look back at the water, takes a deep breath,, and stretches out a hand, "Reeeeeeeeeeeach …"
You watch, hopeful.
Nothing happens.
"Reeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaach."
Nothing happens.
"...Reach?"
He tries flicking his hand, but nothing continues to happens. After a few more attempts Kit sighs and falls backwards into the sand with a soft whump. You slide off your rock and go to pat him on the head.
"Reaching didn't work out?"
"Reaching very much did not work out."
He sighs, furrowing his brow and you can see the gears turning in his brain as he tries to puzzle out something that really should not be this hard? You don't know how much more clearly you can explain it, and so you simply continue to pet him.
"What do you feel when you reach out?" He eventually asks. "Are you picturing the water doing anything, are you… vibing with the currents or something?"
"Uhh. Hm." Pat, pat. "Yyyyes? Yeah. Vibe with the currents! Like this, watch." You stretch out a hand — you don't have to, but maybe it'll help him get it? — and call upon the water. A thin tendril rises from the waves and twists itself into the shape of a thumbs up. "Just like that."
Rising from the sand, Kit raises his hand again. He's watching you in an attempt to mimic your movements, yet despite both your best efforts he doesn't seem to understand any better. He doesn't give up, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, forcibly relaxing his tensed shoulders. A calmness settles over him, a moment of peaceful serenity that is very swiftly cut short when he digs his heels into the sand, opens his eyes and thrusts his hand out with sudden force.
The waves ignore him as they have done all afternoon.
"Perhaps I need proximity to properly vibe with the currents."
Kit says, completely deadpan, before walking forward and throwing himself straight in the ocean.