[and that's how Robin, the demigod of human suffering, wound up hanging artlessly in a ground-up tree, smashed between a couple of branches with a shirt full of shredded bark.
he coughs. a couple of branches fall past him as the debris settles. one bounces comically off of his head.]
Unnecessary. [he says this more to himself than anything, starting to peel himself out of his predicament. his nice jacket looks worse for wear. there are a couple of big gashes on his face that don't look great either.]
Yeah, yeah... You're big and fast, I get it...!
[that's called out a little louder as he looks for a foothold, making his way slowly in a more downward direction, picking twigs out of his hair and shaking out his clothes along the way.]
no subject
he coughs. a couple of branches fall past him as the debris settles. one bounces comically off of his head.]
Unnecessary. [he says this more to himself than anything, starting to peel himself out of his predicament. his nice jacket looks worse for wear. there are a couple of big gashes on his face that don't look great either.]
Yeah, yeah... You're big and fast, I get it...!
[that's called out a little louder as he looks for a foothold, making his way slowly in a more downward direction, picking twigs out of his hair and shaking out his clothes along the way.]