Hurt dialogue prompts number four (4), Robbie Rotten and Sportacus
Robbie screeches as his machine topples on him and pins him to the ground. Today is just not his day. At all.
First, he woke up and found out that he had no more coffee. Or creme. Then he found a small stain on his favorite vest. He had decided that villainy wasn't in the cards and went topside to dismantle the machine he had set up the night before. Leaving it up could have led to its discovery and the subsequent ruin of the surprise. So he had tried to remove it.
And now he is pinned under it and wishes more than anything he had just stayed at home in his chair today. He closes his eyes and smudges his makeup in the dirt. He could use magic to remove himself from under the machine. But hes tired and hurting. He simply feels done.
The sound of feet slamming against the asphalt makes him whine. Really??! As if the elf saving him from trees wasn't enough. Now the man has to save him from his machine that he never even got to test.
Robbie mumbles into the dirt, wishing for all the world it was his pillow. He groans as the metal is lifted from his legs and he is dragged out. He sits up and dusts himself off.
“Well, that's enough excitement for today. I need cake and ice cream.”
Sportacus puts a caring hand on his shoulder.
“Show me where it hurts.”
The request is genuine, and Robbie sighs. He leans on the hero, rubbing his legs with a sharp frown.
“Everywhere… but mostly here.”
He rubs his legs again. No blood, just bruises. Which sucks. He closes his eyes as he feels Sportacus poke and test.
“No broken bones. Are… are your wings okay?”
The last bit is whispered to him. Robbie rolls his shoulders and shoots Sportacus a look.
“It's a little rude to ask that about a fae that's not family.”
Sportacus flushes bright red. Robbie takes mercy on the elf.
“But we are close enough that I find no offence.”
Robbie says as he slumps into Sportacus. The hero makes a noise of relief.
“Good. But… are you sure? You're acting a little odd.”
“Today has been trash. I'd better sleep through the rest of it.”
Sportacus wraps an arm around him.
“I wish you wouldn't. We would miss you up here. Why don't you get some rest and come back up? I heard that the kids were planning on baking, and you're our resident expert. They would love for you to help.”
Robbie pauses and then nods.
“Yeah… okay. I’ll come up in an hour.”
“And I'll clean up this. Want it by the billboard?”
Sportacus gestures to the broken machine. Robbie nods.
“... the help is welcome.”
“And there is no debt. Get some rest, Robbie.”
