Well, Nora's semblance of electricity has the potential for a bunch of things happening. Including inadvertently charging up her signature attack: Boop.
Thank you to Claraowl for the brainstorming session and the ideas. You deserve pancakes. Lots of pancakes. Delivered by owls. (I also referenced one of her fics in here too: Mistletoe Doesn't Count. Read it. It's excellent.)
As always, Thanks, Monty.
It had been a long standing prank war between the two; starting from the time Nora had stretched plastic wrap across the door frame and watched with unsuppressed giggles as Ren had walked smack into it. The two had gladly escalated their efforts from there, culminating yesterday in a strange twist of fate; instead of pranking each other, they decided to play the long con on their friends; pretending to be 'together-together' to confuse everybody. Fate had not finished with them that day; they started it as the best of friends, and ended it as more.
The excitement of yesterday had not dulled certain thoughts from Ren's mind. After about 5 months of consecutive jokes, one tended to retain a predilection towards petty pranking.
That day had ended with the new couple snuggling in front of the space heater after a protracted battle in the snow with Jaune and Pyrrha. It was a good outing, but Ren knew his day with Nora wouldn't be complete without the little prank.
He gave Nora a squeeze before getting up and shuffling towards the kitchen to make cocoa for Nora and tea for himself, making sure to drag his socks across the carpet to build up some charge. After heating up some water, he shambled back, still building up charge, and bent down to give Nora an electric boop on the nose. She squeaked and jerked backwards a little, before looking back up at Ren with a… an evil smile?
Nora leapt up out of the cozy cocoon of blankets, raising a hand to boop him playfully back on the nose.
Oh silly me, he mused, as he flew backwards through the air, propelled by a large blast of electricity.
Her semblance is electricity… I should have known. You win this round, Nora.
Blake was sure on that day that she had to cut down on the catnip when she saw Ren blasting backwards out of a hole in the wall and careening across the hallway.