“That is true,” he concedes. Benjiro does not see himself as being superhero material. For starters, life here in Mossgate is so quiet it doesn’t seem to need any vigilantes to keep the good citizens safe. He also had such a hard time choosing a name for his stream. How would he choose a new identity?

His easy smile widens, unseen directly behind his mask, but the curve of his eyes show it as Sadie reciprocates that sentiment of enjoying being together. In fact, it is a favorite thing. That alone would make him holler happily - if he weren’t immediately distracted by the new sound. Despite his sedate state, Benjiro recognizes that the vibration he feels and hears from Sadie is of a lower magnitude yet a higher frequency rate. Then Sadie points out the striking resemblance.

Benjiro concentrates on sorting through the sensory information, and with one hand sliding from her back to his pocket to confirm his phone is inactive, he has no doubt about the source. With a giggle of his own, he cheerfully answers her, “I know where!” Once Sadie looks to him, he lifts that same hand up to gently boop her nose with one finger, “Riiiight here! You.”