"So, you're saying this isn't the first time you're seeing your mecha, Kyle?!" Ollie's blonde mop shook in disbelief. His big eyes blinked like saucers.
"Yeah," Kyle replied casually, smiling as he twirled Ollie's fluffy hair-antenna around his finger. "Luca had to verify if it was something I could handle."
The mop froze.
His lips parted, his eyes grew wider as he caught on, "Wait! Is it something too taxing on you?!" His voice climbed like a panicked kettle about to whistle.
"No," Kyle chuckled, then admitted honestly, "well… not anymore. Admittedly, the first try, with a different model, was difficult."
He remembered how the first time he'd climbed into the first modified biomecha, it had practically kicked him out by force. He hadn't lasted longer than an hour at full functionality, mostly because he hadn't figured out how to distribute his spiritual output properly.
