[It's at this moment that a shadow falls across the (seemingly) young child, originating from the stark silhouette rolling to a slow stop astride a skateboard, which, while being something one might expect of a hooligan, miraculously does little to fray the rider's dignity.
Golden eyes coolly regard her with almost feline luminosity.]
Excuse me.
[The young man bends, reaching with both hands for her SFC...
...Only to turn it right side up and return it to her grip, giving a sober, approving nod. A fingertip taps a particular part of its unique shape, and the young god with but three parallel white stripes circumnavigating only one side of his head of otherwise black hair continues:]
That's better. Do you see this? This part here turns it on and off.
action;
Golden eyes coolly regard her with almost feline luminosity.]
Excuse me.
[The young man bends, reaching with both hands for her SFC...
...Only to turn it right side up and return it to her grip, giving a sober, approving nod. A fingertip taps a particular part of its unique shape, and the young god with but three parallel white stripes circumnavigating only one side of his head of otherwise black hair continues:]
That's better. Do you see this? This part here turns it on and off.
[CRISIS AVERTED.
...no, it's only a crisis to Death the Kid.]