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When Paris has suited up as it were, he had been hit immediately with the feeling that something chaos fueled was nearby. Not super strong, but probably dangerous to most people. When he'd arrived to the source, he got to watch as his fellow knight, (squire really if they were being honest), dusting the youma with great effiency and not a hint of fear, (that Paris could tell anyway).

And like most times Paris encountered his fellow knights, he was left a stuttering, nervous mess.
"Ber-Ber-" He really tried not to stutter, but he did, "Beringia!" Darting over, trying to keep his skull mask aloft he did have the decency to remove it when he got close enough to not have to yell.
"H-Hi! Um. Wow. You took care of that youma really um. Fast." The Dust already scattered with the wind, Paris smiled abet, nervously.

"Sorry I arrived late. Uh, it wasn't too bad was it? You're not hurt right?" He shuffled in place, eyeing the other man.
Paris didn't look ready to leave without some form of conversation.

One thing Paris was good at, (aside from having nervous breakdowns), was pretending everything was fine even if it wasn't. After all, having to convince people that you were normal when in fact you were not made for a rather quick learning curve.

"Oh thank goodness." He smiled this time with open relief at the other knight's words. "The youma keep getting more and more bold so I'm never sure just how dangerous they are anymore. But- Oh YES!" He yelped realizing the conversational subject had shifted to him.

"I'm good. Fine. Decent. You know ah-ah..." He trained off, eyes sinking to the ground before shooting back up. "Yeah! I mean, my wonder is still fairly toxic and my weapon still makes me cough but you can't do much about magic so I just deal with it and- Oh! Thank reminds me!" His self depreciation was cut short.
"I still don't know what your magic is. Or your wonder. Is it a bunch of bridges? I mean I'm Paris but my wonder is a bunch of catacombs but your named for a whole landmass!" Paris rambled... a lot.

Paris let out a very quiet 'oh sorry' at the request for no more yelling, (which just was a force of habit for poor Paris). But, he still smiled, listing and hanging off of the older man's words.
"Magnetism? I- I think mine was um." Oh man, how did you explain being on the side of good when your senshi royal was.. well.
"My princess was death." Paris muttered, clearing his throat and trying to act like his princess wasn't probably some gothic angsty death worshiping being. Because for all he knew she might have been.

Eyes alight, they focused on Beringia, trying to ignore how yes, princess of death was a thing. "So Magnetism! Please I- I don't mind magic being used on me. I mean, my magic always hits me anyway so it's no big deal." Setting his helm down Paris pat his chest.
"I am sure I'll be fine."

Paris sputtered. Death not being so-
'But it's DEATH!" He yelped, seeming to be a bit nervous about the whole matter. Still, he went closer as instructed, trusting the other knight wouldn't harm him intentionally.
"Yeah, Magnitism is- OH GOD!"

Suddenly stuck to a wall, Paris looked around him frantically. Oh no was this supposed to happen? He couldn't move. He was stuck and here was where he'd die. Stuck to a wall.

Giving a pitiful glance to Beringia, Paris wasn't sure how to ask if this lasted forever or not. Because Paris just assumed it did.

Paris whined as he felt himself unable to leave the cold hard 'embrace' of the wall.
"Death is horrible." He said, eyes downcast, "It's just terrible." Eyes begging for pity looked back at the knight before he whimpered just a bit at the 'relax, won't leave you up'. Because clearly, being subjected to the magic you asked for a showing of was a rather awful thing.

Falling off the wall and stumbling Paris was quick to step away from said wall.

"I- you- Thank you." He muttered.
"Your magic is... very cool but not very um-" how did he explain how he had a sudden irrational fear of being stuck forever to a wall, "it's not very nice." That might have been a bad thing to say.
"But I mean! Mine makes toxic smoke so yours is a lot better than mine. It makes even me choke."
Paris feel bad for semi-insulting Beringia's magic.

"Sorry."

Paris didn't want to show off his power because for one thing, toxic, but he also did want to show off his power because... showing off. Sure it would burn but it was still cool. Once you got past the whole.. burning bit.

"Yeah I guess though- some negas are nice." He fiddled with his sleeve, thinking about Stella and her kiss and how nice it had felt. "I mean, she was kind and held my hand and-" His face was red again and without knowing it Paris looked like a love struck fool.
"Some negas are nice."

Paris started to stammer, looking at Beringia like he truly was sorry. The only question was as to what did Paris feel sorry for, (aside from the usual everything).

"I-I-I- I mean yeah chaos is bad but I mean, it might not be bad bad you know?"

He looked at the ground.
"Stella's just nice is all."