Paris wished whoever had been in charge of the whole power picking thing had just left him along. He wasn't very good with conflicts much less with the fact he was supposed to resolve them. He couldn't even resolve his own internal issues let along external ones that involved other people.
"uh-" He looked to the girl who had sown up, and was rather glad she had. Of all things, Paris was just glad someone else was around and likely, would be better at this than him.
"Uh, they were-"
"We're busy you freaks, scram!" The thug who looked like the leader yelled at them both, which caused Paris to stutter out a retort.
"H-h-hey! Don't call her that!" Paris was more offended that the girl had been insulted rather than himself.
The mag who the thugs were mugging however just yelped and yelled out a very cliche 'save me' before getting kicked.
Paris just sort of held up his skull.
"uh-uh- D-d-d-don't make- um. Make me use this!"
They just kept laughing.
