#; sorryy OMFG I took forever to channel him for this!!

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Her gaze is on him, eyes blinking a couple of times, the question pressing the inside of her lips, yet she keeps them closed. They have again crossed paths in their own journeys, a thing that both seem to rather enjoy. Her eyes trail up to look at the four little drums on the metal ring that is fixed on his back, urgency to ask growing stronger. Will she cross the line? Ayla is aware that it would probably be a personal question and that doing so, it would uncover something...different from just an acquaintanceship. She is...afraid. But, with her surprise, not that much. The mercenary had grown fond of God, their encounters something she dearly and deeply enjoyed, so...maybe...maybe it wasn't that bad, right? "Enel - she finally speaks - not to be intrusive, but...how did you end up with that item on your back?"

She has something to ask, he can tell. There’s a different aura and smell in her wake, something which seems to burn from the inside, revealing a quite curious nature, but he doesn’t find it unsuitable nor rude. He appreciates people who are eager to discover more about their lands, or to simply ask him questions, as he believes he has so many things to teach and talk about in the first place. He’s a rarity, unique among the sky islanders, and unique in his perception of his own power. So patiently, he waits, fingers scanning the bowl of grapes to pick the perfect one. He always wants to laugh at her fear, quite surprised for such a fierce woman to experience it in the first place. Would he hate what she’d dare to request? Arctic eyes back on her tanned features, he’s waiting, gulping his fruit until she eventually opens her mouth. 

Ah. The drums. She grew curious about them and she wishes to have an answer, of course. Enel somehow could predict it, as her eyes have been sometimes gazing at the structure hammered in his back. He smiles, while he feels in the mood to oblige with her curiosity. After all, he’s the one who created this instrument in the first place. 

“You’re curious to know why I don't have wings myself?” Enel hums, before he eventually wipes his hand and pushes his back further against the couch. “We grew close enough for you to know I don’t like this topic, but if you insist, I don’t mind answering either, because I made the choice to wear this item rather than keeping my Birkan attributes.” He explains with a tranquil voice, pressing his cheek against his closed fist. 

“When I ate my devil fruit, I soon discovered that electricity is a fickle and dangerous power. It runs through your body with an intensity rarely seen, and while your organs do their best to handle the endless flow of power, they can’t keep up with the full potential of the fruit.” He begins, raising his fingers to let strands of electricity run around them. “It’s delicate to master that form of electricity. Usually it bursts too hard and you need to remain utterly careful if you wish to stay alive, and I couldn’t bear the idea to use my power only for futilities, while I could expand it if I’d be able to think about a way to channel it.” He pauses before he lazily smiles. “My wings were only a burden to my Birkan conditions, and I couldn’t suffer anymore from being a part of those people. I ripped them off, and I designed this particular item to properly use the fruit I ate to become God.”