<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Af33fdbb0bae83bbfd56cac2cf0a6f56.jpg)</div>Chrome (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1q_KscHhC_owP5SrsTw4BlpZ5CkcVt8cxGeOb95-1zmU/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hero Points: 2<br/></div></div><br/>Takumi met Spark's eyes and smiled, coloring a bit.  He managed not to fall directly into a fan boy stammer.  Instead, he found his back straightening with pride.  After so many years as a nerdy looser—an impressive computer student at best—suddenly receiving such praise made his heart swell with pride.<br/><br/>Then Spark started to sag.  Without thought, Takumi closed the distance between them in a burr—not an invisible puff of wind like a true super speedster, but like a mouse streaking from one spot to another.  Takumi wasn't startled or afraid like that mouse.  He moved with purpose, and pride.<br/><br/>His right arm—the basically organic one—went around the electrokinteic girl's tiny waist, steadying her.  His chrome hand gently caught her bicep.  “Easy,” he said with a smile.  “Let's get the doctors to check you out, okay?”