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((His vision is almost completely soul based...he gave up his regular vision...he can see 15 feet regularly...if his soul sight is canceled its 1-5 feet of regular vision then nothing))

Chetan grabs a lamp and throws it against the wall and the lightbulb on it shatters...still upset about mint..."****ing cowards"He says, almost calm now as he stands up and looks over as he hears footsteps...there was a light blue soul there...and did the soul have wings?

Garenata: “Finally, no more demons...” She said to herself, blissfully unaware of anyone’s presence. She opened her glass wings and stepped outside, the light shining through them like a prism.

He follows her out curious, his footsteps surprisingly light

he walks up to her and grabs her left wing with both of his hands"What are these made of"He tugs on them lightly

Garenata: She stopped in her tracks, balling up her fists. She was completely fed up with people, but it would be unwise to do anything aggressive when someone was controlling such a fragile part of her body. “That’s part of my body, Please just leave me alone.” She said, managing to stop herself self-detonating the fragment he was holding.

"I see..."He lets go and walks to her front
"So miss light blue"He smiles and holds out his hand for a handshake, all of his excess soul going into that hand"Handshake?"

Garenata: She forced a fake smile. “Okay, if you say so.” She reached out.

He grabs her hand and squeezes, all his excess soul boosting the strength of his grip

The whole time he was just staring at her face to see her facial reaction

Garenata: She internally winces, But does nothing. She suddenly has an idea. “Hm, what are you doing?” She asked, shuffling her wings.

"I wanted to see your pain tolerence...it's not bad...not bad at all light blue"His grip loosens

"I wouldn't mind tasting your soul...who knows how much power is in it"He says and his eyes continue to look at her face, not towards the movement

Garenata: “Wow, interesting. Speaking of pain tolerance...” she lifted her wings above her head, launching two concentrated rays of sun into his eyes. “Didn’t anyone teach you its rude to stare?” She said.

He blinks and looks at her, putting his hand on her head"Blinding attacks...don't work as well...If I don't use my vision as much...well at least not vision that that light would effect"He laughs and tightens his grip on her head, the soul going into his hand to increase his strength