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A Finn peeks in. "Bruh." Disappears.
Robotnik jumps out of his seat and gives chase, even deploying his drones to locate him.
"God damnit, Finn!"
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Liz wandered into the scientists lab for the first time in... a while. She looked around while smiling softly, looking for Ivo, or Emil. Either one she'd be really happy to see again.
"Anyone home?" The rabbit woman called out as she walked around.
There was a mewl, and the sound of a grown man hushing the cat.
“She’s gonna find out anyway,” Emil whispered.
“No, she is not.” Robotnik hissed, “you’re not going to tell her!”
Dozy soon walked into sight and made a beeline for Liz, mewing happily. His thick orange tail waved from side to side.
@thehouseofivo
“Ohhh, you know--I’m not putting enough effort into seeing what other people might think of my plans for this little dustball of a planet, or putting enough effort into soul-searching to see if the ends will truly justify the means. I don’t have to, of course. The masses will be fed and housed. Their entertainment sources will improve. Their education will be adequate for their intelligence levels. What more can one ask of me?” Robotnik looked him up and down, his grin widening. “Is that so? I’d love to hear what makes you tick. You’re quite the specimen, you know.”
“I’m ready to talk to you again but it seems you’re too busy for me…” Zinnia said, sadness evident in her voice.
(Hewwo 👀)
Robotnik stamped his foot. "Stop trying to make me feel guilty, because it won't work! You're the one who moved away from me to live in that stupid suburban nightmare with your boring fiance!"
“Ivo, I have brought you a gift.” The mermaid with the sparkly red scales smiled up at him as she held out what appeared to be a silver, giant fork-looking spear. “Your very own trident!”
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"Hmmm... The divine weapon..." He tries pointing it at something, and when that doesn't work he inspects the trident for buttons or dials.
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“Yesterday was Mother’s Day…” Zinnia spoke in a forlorn manner. “I hope wherever my mother is, she’s happy.”
Robotnik sighed and put an arm around Zinnia's shoulder. "Ah yes, I too hate mother's day..."
☃️- Shivering from the cold
He'd done it again--Robotnik went cruising in the town's little park and passed out drunk. He was pale and shivering, curled up by some bushes; several yards away, two homeless people watched him as if he was going to jump up and maul them any second now.
@jocelyn-rps
As for my request, I simply wish that you take care of yourself tomorrow, please. Though I know without it we never would have met and thus never had such an exciting night, I think it would probably be best to lay off the copious amounts of alcohol and let yourself recover. Should you wish some other form of intoxication, I--
This was the most infuriating, most perplexing part of her letter!
“I simply wish that you take care of yourself...” he mouthed the words to himself yet again as he waded through the masses, on his way to another booth for god knew what. He was completely thrown off now. What did this woman actually want from him?! Did she want him to do her a favor sometime in the future? Did she want a letter of recommendation? Money?
Truthfully, when I proposed our little wager I was quite intending to lose - something tells me that your request would have been delicious.
Oh, and this part? Clearly she was just teasing him! Then again, she did give him her number... but what if it was one of those stupid rejection hotlines? He pulled the other note out of the pocket and gave it another look. Yes, it was still the same number as the last time he’d looked at it. No, it didn’t appear to be any rejection hotline that he’d encountered so far.
He stuffed both of the papers into his coat pocket, rubbed his tired eyes, and peered over the heads of the other convention-goers to see if this display was even worth looking at.
