They call me the trail blazer

Minoth flicks gently at the bolt-shaped Core Crystal beneath Addam's brightly-striped collar, qualmless. He probably should be a little more ginger, a little more mystified, but he can't help it; this guy's so easy. What he makes up for in earnestness is what he lacks in jadedness, and Minoth's got enough for the both in spades.

Addam's giving him a crafty look, which is how and when he realizes that he's forgotten to actually say anything to contextualize his curious reach.

"Couldn't see a shape like this on anyone but you."

"It's just electricity."

Lucky Addam: the sparks are flying.