[A break is a break, maybe a few minutes, just to rest his eyes a while. But Katsuki is still doing his job well, and has to remove his hand from the young Gelfling's (much to their dismay and minor complaint) to finish what he was doing - bandaging up their back after the healing salve was applied to it. Once he's finished washing off his palms, he tucks the kid back into their bed and nods his head toward a more quiet corner. Best to let the youngster take a break, too.]

Not magic. Not like how most people think of it, anyway...but I guess it's got its similarities. It's more a trait people get from bloodlines. [Yet no one knows the origins of quirks, despite multiple studies being done and still on-going from the time the so-called "glowing baby" was born in their world a long time ago.] Think of it more like a superpower, since in my world there's way more science involved than fucking...hocus pocus. Each quirk is individual to its user, even if the quirk in question closely mimics that of their parent, or parents.

And yeah, explosions. [He breathes in slowly, evening, feeling that fatigue starting to set in now that he's not doing something. Honestly, Elsa's lucky to have caught him like this - he would otherwise not be so chatty.] Won't demonstrate here...but fuckin'...boom.

Canons. Fireworks. Dynamite.