↳ quiet ↰:

     She was still trying to dig through her mind to locate whatever it was that had convinced this person that she was somehow the person to ask for aid when he begins rambling about some project that she was admittedly too nervous to entirely pay attention to. Even if the words brought some relief to her frantic mind, they did little for her extremely poor social skills. Still, she slowly forced her gaze away from the floor to peek over her stack of books at the mentioned object. It didn’t look terribly special, and the thought crossed her mind that he may have just been teasing her, but even if it was an ordinary bracelet, she doubted she could break it. She had never been very strong after all, which also lead her to believe that, even if he was mocking her, she couldn’t do much harm by humoring him.

     “Um, I don’t really think I’m the right person to be asking this, but I g-guess I can try,” She mumbled. She shuffled through her books, digging out the thickest one from the stack, and gathering the others into her left arm. Fingers taking a tight hold of the single book, she extended her trembling hand to gently thump the cover against the bracelet.      

↳ ❂ ↰  Relying on other people was a pain no matter what the situation. There were very few people who knew how to remove or disengage the limiter around his wrist: the scientists who created it, his guardian who couldn’t be convinced that he wouldn’t make trouble, and a girl who was manipulative and would steal his soul in return for helping him with anything. He knew Sherry had screwed with his brain to make it impossible to find out himself how to get the damn thing off. The extent to which she could manipulate such things with her own ability remained to be seen, and he wasn’t too keen on testing her. So he relied on strangers to hopefully be able to crack the system despite them having no knowledge of it–true intelligence at work.

The lack of force shouldn’t have surprised him, but it was vaguely disappointing. Oh well, it never would have worked anyway; some of the world’s best minds developed the tech, and it would take more than that to counteract it. “Oh, that’s okay. Here.” He reached into his pocket to grab his wallet, pulled out a dollar, and handed it to her. “Thanks for trying, miss.”