[Kimblee looks over as Gorthan speaks; he doesn't move from where he's standing, and once Electrode is recalled he doesn't seem terribly sure of where to put his hands; he settles for folding them low across his abdomen, and though the gesture is more casual than defensive, his fingers are curling into the fabric in his sleeves, bunching it up and releasing it.
He's still got those gloves on; there's no point in having them off, even through force of habit, when he can create satisfying explosions otherwise, though he can't say that he wasn't tempted to remove them.
He's still rather twitchy, and he doesn't seem to recognize that quote, as per usual; at the very least, he doesn't seem too inclined to be openly aggressive, though that look in his eyes is still very, very alive.]
I'm more than "all right," Gorthan.
[He smiles; it doesn't do anything to offset the general effect he's giving off. But his words come easily; that odd, shaking quality to them seems to have tapered off a good amount.]
[action] you can do this thing \o/
He's still got those gloves on; there's no point in having them off, even through force of habit, when he can create satisfying explosions otherwise, though he can't say that he wasn't tempted to remove them.
He's still rather twitchy, and he doesn't seem to recognize that quote, as per usual; at the very least, he doesn't seem too inclined to be openly aggressive, though that look in his eyes is still very, very alive.]
I'm more than "all right," Gorthan.
[He smiles; it doesn't do anything to offset the general effect he's giving off. But his words come easily; that odd, shaking quality to them seems to have tapered off a good amount.]
Did I worry you? It wasn't my intention.