"Whaddya mean, oops?" Vincent says, chair scuffing against the floor as the tall man stands up, unintentionally looming over the table. He does not move forward, but he's certainly ready to if there's suddenly a problem on their hands.
But Robin is the first one to actually move into action. He calmly steps off his stool and glides around to Phalanx, putting a hand gently on their shoulder to bring them back down to the singular realm.
"Phalanx, are you all right?"
His voice is soft but his presence is very grounding, somehow, in a way it wasn't a moment ago. If Vincent notices, he says nothing, only waiting to be told whether or not he is needed to help in some way, shape, or form.
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"Whaddya mean, oops?" Vincent says, chair scuffing against the floor as the tall man stands up, unintentionally looming over the table. He does not move forward, but he's certainly ready to if there's suddenly a problem on their hands.
But Robin is the first one to actually move into action. He calmly steps off his stool and glides around to Phalanx, putting a hand gently on their shoulder to bring them back down to the singular realm.
"Phalanx, are you all right?"
His voice is soft but his presence is very grounding, somehow, in a way it wasn't a moment ago. If Vincent notices, he says nothing, only waiting to be told whether or not he is needed to help in some way, shape, or form.