[Jean has been electrocuted by his ball several times, thank you, but said ball is currently sitting between Jean's crossed legs with its eyes closed, just like a giant, plastic cat. Jean has the communicator balanced on the ball's head, and is slowly, painstakingly tapping away at it when Armin comes over. He looks up and smiles.]
It's called a Voltorb. This one is a boy, and his name is Blitz.
[The Voltorb opens one eye, looks up at Armin, and then goes back to sleep.]
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It's called a Voltorb. This one is a boy, and his name is Blitz.
[The Voltorb opens one eye, looks up at Armin, and then goes back to sleep.]
He showed me how to work the communicator.