Kennith turned to look at Stephen when he heard his name called. Kennith looked at Stephen with a curious expression, wondering what he could want. He listened to the question and blushed a little, grabbing his arm and looking at an unspecified tile on the floor. "Umm, well I'm not really certain... I mean... it seems to happen when i get scared... or nervous... sometimes it just happens out of nowhere... honestly... I don't know a lot about it."
Kennith looked back up at Stephen when he asked the second question. Experimented on...? Kennith took a moment to think about what kind of thing Stephen was implying. But he discontinued imagining when he got to Professor Stein. Kennith shivered with uneasiness at the things he just pictured. "No no, nothing like that happened to me. I was just sort of... born with it I guess... My dad was a weapon, and he had a similar thing where he could manipulate his weapon form because the blade was made of his blood... but it wasn't at all like what happens to me..."
Kennith tapped his fingers on the sleeve of his jacket he was holding onto. "And my mom is always nice to me. She doesn't do dangerous things like the witches they tell me about in class." Kennith stated this like it was common knowledge. After all he knew his mom was a witch ever since he could understand full sentences, so he never thought witches were dangerous until his parents and the school told him about them. His mother was a special exception, her magic was for healing a lot of different illnesses and conditions. So she was always really nice... until dad starts shouting and she gets her frying pan... a drop of sweat went down Kennith's forhead when he thought of that. His mom was scary with a frying pan.