Mikhainon gave a long, weary sigh at the question. He put his sunglasses back on and stared at the darkening sky. "It's been there, done that, kid. You may have heard that I seek out unique, otherworldly things in the island. That much is true. Things get so repetitive with this existence. It's hard living it when you're sober."
Speaking of, he took a sip of his pina colada. He was good at balancing pleasantly buzzed with tipsy. At the question, Mikhainon looked up, an eyebrow raised. "I've heard you have touch-based powers." He offered his hand. "Go right ahead. This form is nothing but a meat puppet. I don't believe you'll find anything of note."
Speaking of, he took a sip of his pina colada. He was good at balancing pleasantly buzzed with tipsy. At the question, Mikhainon looked up, an eyebrow raised. "I've heard you have touch-based powers." He offered his hand. "Go right ahead. This form is nothing but a meat puppet. I don't believe you'll find anything of note."