[ Denki sits on the table, leaning in to listen to the other blonde as he starts flipping pages. ]

Yeah. They save your life for a price; mine's the storage thing and yours is the 'asthma'.

[ He makes actual finger-wiggles while saying that. ]

I haven't really tried to go against that or renegotiate, even if mine's so messy. I don't know if it would like, kill us instantly or something. My raiju barely seems interested in more than using me as a house.

[ He pulls up his shirt a bit, showing the mess of Lichtenberg figures on his stomach, culminating from his navel. ]