Somehow, Robin is still surprised to see the socks get absorbed into Phalanx's blanketed mass. What are they doing, holding them? Did they stash them up by their shoulders? Will one of them fall out of the bundle later, halfway between the bedroom and the door?
But, much like his compromise with their clothes, he's willing to let this one slide if it'll keep everyone happy with their current lots in life.
"Great," Vincent finally agrees, climbing back to his feet with a grunt. As he leaves, his voice trails behind him, "Come eat, we'll talk about... stuff."
Robin perks up at the mention of food (or maybe the mention of negotiation, it's hard to tell) and sidles back up to Phalanx's side.
"Have you ever had the stir-fry down here? It's good." He puts an arm around their shoulders, guiding the blanketed creature back through the door to follow Vincent's very short walk to the kitchen.
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But, much like his compromise with their clothes, he's willing to let this one slide if it'll keep everyone happy with their current lots in life.
"Great," Vincent finally agrees, climbing back to his feet with a grunt. As he leaves, his voice trails behind him, "Come eat, we'll talk about... stuff."
Robin perks up at the mention of food (or maybe the mention of negotiation, it's hard to tell) and sidles back up to Phalanx's side.
"Have you ever had the stir-fry down here? It's good." He puts an arm around their shoulders, guiding the blanketed creature back through the door to follow Vincent's very short walk to the kitchen.