'I'm gonna figure this out, darn it' Smokey grumbled under his breath. He just couldn't seem to get enough grip on the tree to hold him up, and it was starting to frustrate him. It didn't help that two girls were giggling at him. Honestly, he probably should leave before his frustrations got the better of him, and he was about to get up and walk off when one of the girls, the one with the hoodie, dropped right in front of him and grabbed his hands in an attempt to pull him up.
A little bit out of spite, but mostly a knee-jerk reaction, Smokey activated his semblance and anchored himself to the ground. He watched, amused, as the girl named Kisha struggled to lift Smokey to his feet, her own heels digging in the dirt.
"I'm not grumpy, I'm having loads of fun. Here, maybe you'd understand if you saw things from my perspective," he said right before deactivating his semblance and deftly removing his hands from Kisha's grasp. Just as when someone pulls on a taut rope that suddenly goes slack, Kisha stumbled backward and landed on her rear in the grass.
Chuckling, Smokey stood up and dusted himself off before offering a hand to the girl. "My name's Smokey. Smokey Emberstone."