Now's Your Chance!!! Spamton x Reader

Synergy

Seeing how he reacted before, you're not exactly excited to put him back into combat. But despite his shaking hands, the determination in his face is undeniable. 

He can do this. You have faith in him.

But you want to do this right.

"Spam, what do you actually know about fighting?"

He squints at you, expression somewhere between a smirk and a grimace.

"Jeez, what kind of [[Questionnaire]] is that? I've been living on the [59TH STREET UNDER REPAIRS, REROUTING] for a long [LIMITED TIME ONLY], and I'm still [long and healthy life], aren't I?"

"I know, but... I guess what I'm trying to say is more like... Do you have any specific strategies I can work with? Anything I can add on to?" You make a rolling motion with your hands, trying to get him to elaborate. 

"Hmm... Well, you know me, toots. I'm not exactly the [Rockstar Heights] of popularity anymore, and it's not like I was [I'm fighting for my LIFE] back then... I've never [[Two-Player]] before," he chuckles uncomfortably.

Noelle, standing nearby, shifts her weight from hoof to cloven hoof.

"I'd really like to get started soon, if you guys don't mind... I don't want to rush you, I just...! I have some things I'd like to do today, if that's alright...?" 

"One more minute, 'k, snowpoff?" 

She nods, backing off. 

When you look back to Spamton, you find him looking intensely at his hands.

"Spam...?"

"Mm--?!" You catch a glimpse of his doll-like black eyes as he shifts, startled, before they're hidden once again behind his glasses.

"What were you just doing?" 

"I was just [contemplate Realitty]..."

"About...?"

He seems to curl in on himself as he speaks, avoiding your eyes.

"...I'm sorry for hurting you."

"It's okay, Spam," you say, reaching out to pet his hair. It's somewhere between greasy and feather-soft as you smooth it back, fixing it from the mess it had become in the fight. "I forgive you. Is that all you wanted to say?"

He flushes at your touch, but it only seems to frustrate him as he struggles to find his point.

Unable to find the words, he gives up on explaining.

Gingerly, he reaches out to your hand. The brush of his hard, smooth skin against yours is... oddly warm. Unusually, unnaturally warm. The tingle of magic spreads as he guides your fingers to intertwine with his, and you come to understand.

Your magic is still flowing through him. Without even trying, you've been keeping him warm. Or is it that he's somehow using your magic? 

Regardless, does this mean that you can use his?

He sees the realization in your eyes, and a strange smile creeps across his face. Discomfort and fear, but also the understanding of a new door opening. Of exploration.

"I don't know what to do with this," you admit.

"Neither do I," he grins. "Wanna give it a [[BIG SHOT]]?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do," you smile back.

"Hey, [kiddo]!" Spamton calls to Noelle. "We're [[Read y Set Go]]!" 

Noelle perks up, a flicker of magic shimmering in her palm and then disappearing.

"Oh? Alright! Then let's get right to it!"