"Hey, Scream Queen! You'll have to forgive my friend! He's old. Total throwback! Children are the future. Chivalry isn't dead. You understand."
As he's saying this, Robbie is bouncing all around the telepath, off the floor, the ceiling, the set, whatever's sturdy and handy (possibly Reinhardt himself), and he's picking up speed. The impact bubbles don't get too out of control, replacing the older ones that paf out of existence.
He'll apologize later, if necessary, for sacrificing truth in the name of chatter.
"Me, I've got no problem hitting on a hottie." Almost simultaneously, the bouncing stops when he careens into her legs and stomach, sending the both to the floor in an absolute explosion of kinetic globules pattering down around them. "And that is how you make it, Rein!"
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As he's saying this, Robbie is bouncing all around the telepath, off the floor, the ceiling, the set, whatever's sturdy and handy (possibly Reinhardt himself), and he's picking up speed. The impact bubbles don't get too out of control, replacing the older ones that paf out of existence.
He'll apologize later, if necessary, for sacrificing truth in the name of chatter.
"Me, I've got no problem hitting on a hottie." Almost simultaneously, the bouncing stops when he careens into her legs and stomach, sending the both to the floor in an absolute explosion of kinetic globules pattering down around them. "And that is how you make it, Rein!"