He groaned as she told him to leave, knowing that would be a terrible idea. One, he had no idea what else to expect out of the forest and, two, he didn’t want to show back up at the house without her. Really, could the situation get any worse?<br/><br/>“Fine, whatever. Catch your breath and then let’s move it before Mr. Furry-pants wakes up and decides he doesn’t like our little parlor tricks.” There was a certain tone of annoyance in his voice, but he just turned and began pacing. The thought of the creature waking back up, and what else might be lurking around, set him on edge enough for him to start fidgeting. Open and closing his right hand, small sparks were lashing between his fingers and out at the air before disappearing again as if the energy inside him was growing impatient with the situation as well.<br/><br/>Worst case scenario, he’d have to use his own little tricks and, thankfully, he wouldn’t hurt someone like himself. Not terribly bad, but he still hated using it none the less. Sighing, he ran his other hand through his blond hair gazing from her back to the forest around them.<br/><br/>“So, you ever gotten used to it?” Julius was making idle conversation that, for the first time, he actually found some use in having. “The little zappy-zap, I mean…never gotten to like it, myself.”