[Kinich isn't the first person to gawk at his explosions; he's pretty free with using them to accent his words or express his emotions, from threatening to frustrations. And he'd rather this bastard help him get out of the damn costume, or at least reveal the oncoming shit way of getting it off, than stare at his hand like that! He'll give him a close-up view with sensory engagement if he keeps this crap going! Fingers clench, a much larger explosion going off and getting crushed in his palm together.

Angry and frustrated, blazing red eyes glare hot daggers at the other man's green-screened expression, lips curling at the thing's sputtering and protests. What the hell? He's gone all over the watch and hasn't found anything simulating an AI service or virtual "pet" option. A feature of Kinich's normal powers from home? Looks like a damn old-school arcade game.]

Urusei! Aren't you high and mighty for being trapped in a fucking watch, you retro-block shit face! [Fuck, he even talks like one of those badly-translated vintage games from ancient consoles! SNES era boss. And Kinich controls him? Or owns him...]

What is it, some kind of summon from your world? [It'd make Kinich one of the growing handful of "summoner" guests from various worlds. Seems to be a popular power.] There's a mute option on the watch, idiot. Shut it up.