Shocked in more ways than one, Rupert flexes his fingers as he inspects his hand. The smarting pain had been brief but impossible to ignore, and the mystery of electricity is still something he's yet to fully understand. He rubs his thumb against his fingertips curiously.
"What the devil was that?"
One of them must be wearing cheap polyester and it certainly isn't Rupert.
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"What the devil was that?"
One of them must be wearing cheap polyester and it certainly isn't Rupert.