[No, wait, he can't open closet doors with his hands like this. For a nasty moment, he realises that he doesn't even know if he can get rid of the icicles. They came out of his hand, so he focuses on pulling them back inside, putting the power away - and they oblige, snapping back into his hand with a bone-deep ache and a noise like a sword being drawn.
He shakes his hands out. The frost is gone too - they're back to normal. Only pinpricks of white remain on his skin to show where the ice stabbed out and withdrew.]
Wow.
[He heads to the wardrobe and pulls it open, reaches inside - and pulls out a thin, modern hypodermic syringe, full of something dull and blue that clearly isn't EVE.]
[ACTION] VEGGIE STICKS DON'T SCREAM LIKE THAT.
[No, wait, he can't open closet doors with his hands like this. For a nasty moment, he realises that he doesn't even know if he can get rid of the icicles. They came out of his hand, so he focuses on pulling them back inside, putting the power away - and they oblige, snapping back into his hand with a bone-deep ache and a noise like a sword being drawn.
He shakes his hands out. The frost is gone too - they're back to normal. Only pinpricks of white remain on his skin to show where the ice stabbed out and withdrew.]
Wow.
[He heads to the wardrobe and pulls it open, reaches inside - and pulls out a thin, modern hypodermic syringe, full of something dull and blue that clearly isn't EVE.]
...Oh.