He very nearly gives his normal answer, but interrupts himself and frowns. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, it'd be good to freak out some tiny kid he's helped to continue instilling that whole 'You don't want to be around me, I'm dangerous' vibe. Like with that idiot kid back in Academy City that he saved and wanted to partner up with him to do heroism or whatever the fuck was going through his tiny brain.
But he is specifically trying to make sure Donnie doesn't run off, into traffic or into some low class supervillain that would hurt him. So he stops.
He sets his coffee down and reaches over to take the dipping sauce, opening it up before handing it back. "Nah, I'm just psychic."
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He very nearly gives his normal answer, but interrupts himself and frowns. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, it'd be good to freak out some tiny kid he's helped to continue instilling that whole 'You don't want to be around me, I'm dangerous' vibe. Like with that idiot kid back in Academy City that he saved and wanted to partner up with him to do heroism or whatever the fuck was going through his tiny brain.
But he is specifically trying to make sure Donnie doesn't run off, into traffic or into some low class supervillain that would hurt him. So he stops.
He sets his coffee down and reaches over to take the dipping sauce, opening it up before handing it back. "Nah, I'm just psychic."