"Uh." Stanley glances at Ford, obviously confused. Then he looks back ahead, the confusion tucked away. "You heard him! You make tracks, and the next time I talk to you you'd better respect your elders!"
Then he lets go and, despite everything, he's a little surprised when it runs off. Swims off. Surprised, yeah, and then gratified, and he watches it disappear into the horizon with a smile before turning back to his brother. He starts walking closer, glancing at the ruin of their ship and, as he goes, flicking a hand to pull some of the wreckage back into shape.
"What was that?" He lets the confusion float back onto his face while the fingers of one hand twist in complex patterns, melting the cracks and seams away from the broken wood like they were never there. They weren't. Maybe Stan should be thinking, wow, this sure is a big improvement for a guy who could only pick pockets with this whole power thing before, but he isn't. He's just thinking about his brother, and turning back time for all those little wrecked areas of their ship with about the same level of thought he'd give to tying his shoe. In a few seconds, if Stan isn't interrupted, the Stan O' War II will be just like it was before. Literally.
After a couple steps Stan looks down and up over Ford, and he frowns. "She didn't really hurt you, did she? You shoulda' told me, I woulda' kept her around to learn a real lesson."
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Then he lets go and, despite everything, he's a little surprised when it runs off. Swims off. Surprised, yeah, and then gratified, and he watches it disappear into the horizon with a smile before turning back to his brother. He starts walking closer, glancing at the ruin of their ship and, as he goes, flicking a hand to pull some of the wreckage back into shape.
"What was that?" He lets the confusion float back onto his face while the fingers of one hand twist in complex patterns, melting the cracks and seams away from the broken wood like they were never there. They weren't. Maybe Stan should be thinking, wow, this sure is a big improvement for a guy who could only pick pockets with this whole power thing before, but he isn't. He's just thinking about his brother, and turning back time for all those little wrecked areas of their ship with about the same level of thought he'd give to tying his shoe. In a few seconds, if Stan isn't interrupted, the Stan O' War II will be just like it was before. Literally.
After a couple steps Stan looks down and up over Ford, and he frowns. "She didn't really hurt you, did she? You shoulda' told me, I woulda' kept her around to learn a real lesson."