"Don't make my head explode, please!"
Dogen stared at Bobby boredly. His face was uncaring, not cold, but distant. His eyes twitched occasionally. Other than that, he didn't move. He held Bobby still with his psychic power. The world's rarest psychic power. One that everybody made fun of. But he'd show them. He'd show everybody, as soon as he was done with Bobby.
Transpsychosis. The ability to force energy into something until it exploded.
Bobby had always wanted this ability, but no, it was wasted on a weak, gentle little kid like Dogen!
Dogen didn't seem weak or gentle now. He seemed unbalanced, but other than that, there was nothing to him in this moment.
"Please, I-I'll do anything you want!" Bobby promised. Dogen's eye quit twitching.
"Will you buy me ice cream?"
"Any flavor," Bobby said earnestly, on his hands and knees.
"Will you help me apologize to the squirrels? They're mad at me…"
"Of course I will, Dogen old pal!"
"Will you kiss me?"
"Yeah- wait, what did you just say?" Bobby got up, released from Dogen's psychic grip but still riveted to the spot by what the younger Psy Cadet had said.
Dogen clasped his hands together and twiddled his thumbs, looking away sheepishly. He smiled faintly and blushed. Bobby was at a loss for words.
"I like your hair," Dogen muttered.
Bobby's face went purple. No one had ever complimented him like that before. He stepped closer to Dogen, and when the small blue boy didn't back up, he stepped even closer.
"Tell you what, Dogen. If you don't ever do anything that stupid again, I'll make out with you."
"M'kay."