[[Kimblee chuckles as the boy skuttles back. That's amusing to him, it's good to be afraid of strangers- but he won't say that out loud of course.

Without much otherwise, Kimblee picks up a smaller looking bit of burnt, charred wood, and then sets it his hand, then another bit he finds near by, taking some from the floor next and sets the other two pieces in his hand.]]

It is my business, very much so as a matter of fact. Profitable for some back home, non-profit for others.

[[He's definitely not non-profit. But he does like to show off, and he is trying to weasel his way into this place. Easier to do as a 'nice' person until he finds the underground that he knows exists everywhere.

He sets the pieces together, taking out a sharp piece of metal and starts to scratch out a little array on the floor around the pieces.]]

I haven't had a good look at it, so wish me luck hm?

[[He chuckles again and then puts the metal away, pressing his hands to the edges of the array. Waves of electric blue flash out around his hands and into the circle, eventually covering the middle with a white light. When it dies down a very impressive looking, though obviously not the same, replica of what he thought Gokudera was holding is right there on the floor.]]

If you allow me the original, I can fix it.