"Besides," says Robin, taking full advantage every time this man tries to mull over his answer, "I thought you liked spiders."
"Oh, don't." The man waves his good arm and steps off of the stool, landing on his bad leg. It seems just a little too short compared to his other one, though he carries the slight limp very gracefully in that long dress of his.
"And we're buying things, too." Robin remains next to Phalanx as the other man approaches, not... protective, but perhaps as an assurance that nothing terrible is going to happen.
The man is not particularly tall up close, certainly no taller than Phalanx. He surprisingly close to their face with his own, peering at whichever eye is closest with his own mismatched set.
"Phalanx, was it?" The man asks, then leaning back again a little, "What do you think of all this?"
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"Oh, don't." The man waves his good arm and steps off of the stool, landing on his bad leg. It seems just a little too short compared to his other one, though he carries the slight limp very gracefully in that long dress of his.
"And we're buying things, too." Robin remains next to Phalanx as the other man approaches, not... protective, but perhaps as an assurance that nothing terrible is going to happen.
The man is not particularly tall up close, certainly no taller than Phalanx. He surprisingly close to their face with his own, peering at whichever eye is closest with his own mismatched set.
"Phalanx, was it?" The man asks, then leaning back again a little, "What do you think of all this?"