{Blake Thorne}
"I might..."
He heard that along with little laughter. To this, he can only nod as he watched Adie opening the doors of the Practice quite excitedly. "Well, the 'might' be a yes, perhaps." Now, as expectantly and giddy as he could be, his eyes traced the new performance of Adie: creating a huge human-sized whopper of a fire-ball and extinguished it greatly. He grinned wide, observing the new decoration of this plain room; a scorch mark. Seriously, in all due respect, everyone seems to be so cool to him with these array of powers. He can't wait to see the others!
”You sure you do not wish to go against me? You never know… you might win.”
He placed his hands up in defense and shook his head a bit too quickly, quick chatter of a laugh came about. "Haven't you heard 'better safe than sorry', bro? Yeah, I do hope you know of that!" He exclaimed, pausing in that funny position. Blake looked over to Abbo though, his hand tingling in temptation to try and to do the action of actually punching. But a possible broken hand may not be a good offer in his side. With the tingling sensation still there, he squinted at his own hand quite bitterly and shook it mercilessly before placing both his hands down.
“Abbo, stop teasing him. No one can beat you. Well, except me, I can. But I am your sister.”
His head was slightly turned to another direction to notice Saeword holding onto his arm. "Y-Yeah! You go say it, Saeword!" He sighed, quite embarrassed after the whole ordeal. He can be such a sissy sometimes and its hard to actually admit that. With blowing bits of his bangs away from the frame of his face, annoyed, he rolled up his jacket's sleeves and placed his hands on his waist with a small little 'humph'! "Okay,you guys. We better start practicing since Adie's getting the fun out of it!" He turned to the latter and waved his arms at her, running at her direction. "Hey hey! You better wait for us!"