[It was admittedly a... sensible idea, that the reason he was so depowered here was because his powers were connected to Shibuya, and not because the witch had taken them away. But what in the world was he supposed to be if he wasn't Composer? Living through the hell of being a human teenager again?]

Not really. I tried to lift the bed in my room, but no dice. [Which SHOULD'VE been easy-pickin's for him!! Come on!!

Still-- if Beat was just going to stand around and be a target for him, Joshua was more than willing to oblige him. The orange phone still in "hand," he shifted his gesture to swirl it around himself a few times, picking up speed before he stretched his hand outwards and flung it right towards Beat's head. At least it wasn't terminal velocity.]

I suppose I could gather up a few knives to keep for myself. I hope the kitchen staff won't mind.