Dustin doesn't move to action immediately at the warning - partly because his muscles are still pretty tense so he physically can't, but mostly because the threat is coming from Pikachu, who is the one that just put his ass on the floor in the first place. Instead he locks up, a flicker of fear passing through his eyes as the little alien stares him down. If that had been an accident, what would an actual, directed attack do to him? Dustin's still trying to process what kinds of parameters would result in his electrical bits getting fried without outright killing him, but he'd like to avoid figuring out first-hand if they can be adjusted to fatal levels.
Ash's intervention is, therefore, timely. Dustin releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and shakes his head, flinching at the soreness in his neck. "No shit," he grumbles, but his poor temper doesn't stop him from relenting a moment later, his gaze dipping to the ground at his side. "I...should have implemented more safety barriers. Gotten complacent working with alien electronics, apparently. Serves me right."
He pauses for just a moment in silent annoyance at himself.
"...What happened?" Dustin asks, glancing up to quirk an eyebrow at Pikachu. "With Lysandre, I mean."
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Date: 2023-04-23 09:11 pm (UTC)Ash's intervention is, therefore, timely. Dustin releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and shakes his head, flinching at the soreness in his neck. "No shit," he grumbles, but his poor temper doesn't stop him from relenting a moment later, his gaze dipping to the ground at his side. "I...should have implemented more safety barriers. Gotten complacent working with alien electronics, apparently. Serves me right."
He pauses for just a moment in silent annoyance at himself.
"...What happened?" Dustin asks, glancing up to quirk an eyebrow at Pikachu. "With Lysandre, I mean."