Their words are sharp, and the arm around his shoulder feels like an implicit threat. His mouth is dry and he swallows hard, keeping the smile in place through sheer force of will. "Um!" he says eloquently. "There's nothing precisely wrong with it, haaah, just --"

If the sparks were hard to see through the static of his screen, then they're proving more difficult to see in the blinding light of the day. Still, even Pheres notices when they start increasing, little flashes of white dancing at the edges of his vision.

It's blurring his already bad vision, and that does nothing to help his growing agitation. Worse yet, the sparks seem to worsen after he notices them, and when he spots one drifting towards OA's gloved hand, he uses the opportunity to duck free from their loose hold, hopefully before they notice.

Could the spark sting even through fabric? Probably not, but judging by the way they snatch their hand away, startled --

"Sorry," he says, backing up towards his phone, and he can't help the appeasing chirp that escapes between words. "I - sorry! OA is fine."