[Funny enough, she's not too off base about all that, in a convoluted sort of way. No one looking for it anymore or anything, but...y'know. Long story.
Their new friend, though... Futaba stumbles hastily away, so he obligingly puts himself between her and the...perceived threat. One hand on the handle of the Transistor as he takes it back in hand and drops to a crouch in front of the Slime. It's in the middle of producing a particularly large bubble, blowing steadily but slowly. So, experimentally, he reaches out to give the surface of it a tap. (Not like it could hurt him all that much if it tried, either way. ...probably.)
The bubble bursts with an odd rush of cool air, a not unpleasant, menthol-y scent. And...that's about it. He risks a glance over his shoulder.]
You sure?
[Seems okay... Even the alarm the Transistor had raised at first seems to be settling down to a curiosity.]
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Their new friend, though... Futaba stumbles hastily away, so he obligingly puts himself between her and the...perceived threat. One hand on the handle of the Transistor as he takes it back in hand and drops to a crouch in front of the Slime. It's in the middle of producing a particularly large bubble, blowing steadily but slowly. So, experimentally, he reaches out to give the surface of it a tap. (Not like it could hurt him all that much if it tried, either way. ...probably.)
The bubble bursts with an odd rush of cool air, a not unpleasant, menthol-y scent. And...that's about it. He risks a glance over his shoulder.]
You sure?
[Seems okay... Even the alarm the Transistor had raised at first seems to be settling down to a curiosity.]