[ Bazz picks it up, grabbing something that doesn't belong to him—unsurprisingly—and the tiniest jolt of electricity seems to run through his veins for just a moment, like the snap of static jumping to one's fingertips. Is that an extension of my body? Some of the people here had told him to keep his trinkets safe, maybe for that reason. Jugram frowns at him. ]
Put it back, Bazz.
[ And if there's a prickle of annoyance that passes through the newly established bond between them, he's none the wiser. ]
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Put it back, Bazz.
[ And if there's a prickle of annoyance that passes through the newly established bond between them, he's none the wiser. ]