aint gonna stop me from worrying though. i said it once and ill say it again, galaxy rangers arent exactly first choice bodyguard material less youre playin by the rule about offense being the best defense
( she's tempted, mostly because she's asked for space time and time and time again. she knows the price of being a star, for wanting to help bring joy to the world around her, but sometimes...
sometimes it's just a lot! )
Thank you for being willing to try
If it doesn't, that's okay! I'll have enjoyed spending time in your company anyway
What you oughta do — and mind, this is just my opinion if it all don't work out, or I gotta run after some dipshirt IPC goons, or something or other means we gotta change our plans — is start packin' heat. Ain't nobody gonna fork with you when ya got a big iron at your hip. They don't even gotta know if it's loaded, if you catch my drift
Subtle schmutle. If it's the Dreamscape, you can just make one up outta nothing—that's the whole point, innit? As for a real one... I'm sure I can rustle up something from somewhere, hehe.
[ Somewhere across town, there's a four-alarm fire as an IPC warehouse burns down. But on this side, things are quieter. Smaller crowds, for one thing, and most people quickly decide to mind their own business when a cyborg packing heat emerges from an alleyway. He's not subtle, even when he's keeping a low profile.
Robin can hear Boothill approach before she even sees him, his spurs jingling on each step as he swaggers over. ]
[ Even if without Xipe's blessing, she had an ear for sound. And even if she didn't have that, she had quickly become acquainted with the sound of Boothill's footfalls and the way his spurs jingled like a beautiful melody. All the same her gaze stays affixed on the sky above.
When he announces himself, she startles. Her hands fly to her chest, as she turns around. Her mouth forms a perfect little 'o' of surprise as she lets out a little squeak of surprise. ]
Mr. Boothill! You scared me.
[ The short acting stints she's held have her playing the part of startled Halovian to a t. But her eyes sparkle with amusement even if her wings flutter in a mock panic. ]
[ The harsh angle of his eyebrow betrays his confusion, his unsaid "what the fudge" plain as day on his face as he lifts the brim of his hat just a bit, to get a better look at her own. She's joking, right?
Then, he catches the merry twinkle in her eye, and — Oh. ]
Well shirt, guess I did say "boo," huh? Not the best how-do-you-do, I'll grant ya that. You sure you wanna bring me along to your party? Might scare you there too.
[ Despite the paint and sparkle that the Family put on her image, Robin knows she's far from perfect. A life of pampering may have inflated her ego and made her ignorant; but she hadn't fallen into that particular trap which is why she's not impervious to the pinprick of doubt that she feels when she sees Boothill's confused expression.
Just as she's about to apologize (maybe it wasn't clear that she'd really been playing a joke on him), he clues in. Relief floods her and she gives him an apologetic smile. ]
Of course I do. I should be the one asking you if you want to spend any more time with someone who isn't very good executing a joke.
[ Her smile turns softer. ]
You didn't have any trouble getting here, did you?
[ Baby no, don't you doubt yourself. He's just stupid. The only jokes he's heard for the past few years are the ones he's cracking, and whatever lame goofs that emanator of elation was making when he got them sloshed outta their gourd. He's out of practice with joy, that's all. ]
Reckon I just ain't spendin' enough time around funny people. You're gonna have to break me in easy.
[ Idly, he leans in and flicks at the curl of hair next to her face with a grin, so she knows he's teasing her back. ]
We should get outta here sooner rather than later, if you catch my drift. IPC'll be here any minute.
[ She really should have suspected there would be a hair flip in her future because she had seen it coming. Instead she can’t help but blink in surprise, some colour rising to her cheeks at the compliment and showing starkly against her pale, creamy complexion. Being who she was she’d had to learn how to be courteous to any number of compliments thrown her way. But being called funny (genuinely funny) had never really been one of them.
Taken aback, it takes her a second to clue into what he’s saying. But when she does she nods. ]
Right. You’re in luck — I happen to have access to a getaway car.
[ With an elegant, somewhat exaggerated sweeping motion she gestures to the car. And with a little bit of boldness, she steps forward, gently grabbing a hold of his wrist to pull him in after her. ]
To the tailor’s please!
SURPRISE BENCH BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME
[ Break him in gently, or don't break him in at all.
There's a moment of delay, where Boothill's arm doesn't move with her hand; a tiny second, like the hitch between a conductor's wand moving and the opening note of a song. Then his chip finishes processing, and lets the rest of his hydraulics submit to her instruction, and he grabs his hat to keep it from getting knocked off when she pulls him into the car.
His laugh is boisterous, as he enjoy the moment of feigned outlawhood (which is very real, depending on where someone thinks the IPC's authority ends and the Family's begins), and dumps himself unceremoniously into the seat next to Robin. If only his getaways were this cozy half the time, or had this much leg room. Still, Boothill twists in his seat rather than get comfortable, crowding Robin in her seat as he peers through the back window at the swiftly retreating alleyway. Despite his laughter, and the grin that played across his mouth when he first saw Robin, he can't quite relax until he's certain that they're not being followed. ]
[ Perhaps she's always been perceptive thanks to a life time of dutifully watching and observing Sunday as little sisters who care for their older brothers are want to do, or because she's so attuned to the music of people and things around her that she can sense hesitation as a result. Whatever the reason she notices the split second drag of air and worries that maybe she's been too forward.
But then he's running along with her. And more than that - he's laughing. For a moment she can't help but watch him, observing how unabashed, how unrestrained it is. How it softens his jagged edges and makes him look younger. Something light, like bubbles rises in her chest at the sound dispelling the momentary doubt that she'd had until they result in her own laughter to accompany his.
Here in the back seat of this car it feels like they're in a world of their own, away from the Family, the IPC and the Sweet Dream. It allows her to forget herself and that her hand is placed still so lightly on his. Her wings flutter a moment, the only sign that she's flustered that she'll allow herself, before smoothly removing her hand back onto her lap. ]
They're discreet. Just in case you were worried about that. And of course you won't have to worry about payment of any kind. Consider it a gift from me to you for the favour you're doing for me.
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2. trust me. coming from a bonafide dirtbag, this dude is up to shady shirt
3. the toilet started ringing, think i just found his phone
4. he's in the middle of blacking out but is singing those robin songs. hitting every dang note to boot
5. look i know this sounds fake but she's deep frying a bar of soap right now, so come forking get her
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you sure those pretty little shoes of yours are gonna be safe to run in? youre gonna have to book it pretty fast when the fireworks get started
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aint gonna stop me from worrying though. i said it once and ill say it again, galaxy rangers arent exactly first choice bodyguard material less youre playin by the rule about offense being the best defense
still time to back out if you want
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So I think a Galaxy Ranger is exactly the sort of message I want to send to anyone, especially after everything that's happened
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if she wants, he won't wait to start shooting ]
well we got a zero tolerance policy for bullying its true
maybe it'll work
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sometimes it's just a lot! )
Thank you for being willing to try
If it doesn't, that's okay! I'll have enjoyed spending time in your company anyway
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What you oughta do — and mind, this is just my opinion if it all don't work out, or I gotta run after some dipshirt IPC goons, or something or other means we gotta change our plans — is start packin' heat. Ain't nobody gonna fork with you when ya got a big iron at your hip. They don't even gotta know if it's loaded, if you catch my drift
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[ potentially even off a corpse ]
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ii. Some lady just walked up to me in the bar and proclaimed that I looked like a "shady muddlefudger." Can't argue with that one.
iii. Don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I reckon I've grown, don't you?
iv. Remember when she hit me with her car by accident, well APPARENTLY it wasn't an accident
v. She says I'm cute and I remind her of her brother. She's too hot to back out now. I don't know. I'm gonna go for it.
@ wingflip; con't.
[ Somewhere across town, there's a four-alarm fire as an IPC warehouse burns down. But on this side, things are quieter. Smaller crowds, for one thing, and most people quickly decide to mind their own business when a cyborg packing heat emerges from an alleyway. He's not subtle, even when he's keeping a low profile.
Robin can hear Boothill approach before she even sees him, his spurs jingling on each step as he swaggers over. ]
Boo.
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When he announces himself, she startles. Her hands fly to her chest, as she turns around. Her mouth forms a perfect little 'o' of surprise as she lets out a little squeak of surprise. ]
Mr. Boothill! You scared me.
[ The short acting stints she's held have her playing the part of startled Halovian to a t. But her eyes sparkle with amusement even if her wings flutter in a mock panic. ]
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Then, he catches the merry twinkle in her eye, and — Oh. ]
Well shirt, guess I did say "boo," huh? Not the best how-do-you-do, I'll grant ya that. You sure you wanna bring me along to your party? Might scare you there too.
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Just as she's about to apologize (maybe it wasn't clear that she'd really been playing a joke on him), he clues in. Relief floods her and she gives him an apologetic smile. ]
Of course I do. I should be the one asking you if you want to spend any more time with someone who isn't very good executing a joke.
[ Her smile turns softer. ]
You didn't have any trouble getting here, did you?
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Reckon I just ain't spendin' enough time around funny people. You're gonna have to break me in easy.
[ Idly, he leans in and flicks at the curl of hair next to her face with a grin, so she knows he's teasing her back. ]
We should get outta here sooner rather than later, if you catch my drift. IPC'll be here any minute.
[ babygirl did an arson :) ]
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Taken aback, it takes her a second to clue into what he’s saying. But when she does she nods. ]
Right. You’re in luck — I happen to have access to a getaway car.
[ With an elegant, somewhat exaggerated sweeping motion she gestures to the car. And with a little bit of boldness, she steps forward, gently grabbing a hold of his wrist to pull him in after her. ]
To the tailor’s please!
SURPRISE BENCH BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME
There's a moment of delay, where Boothill's arm doesn't move with her hand; a tiny second, like the hitch between a conductor's wand moving and the opening note of a song. Then his chip finishes processing, and lets the rest of his hydraulics submit to her instruction, and he grabs his hat to keep it from getting knocked off when she pulls him into the car.
His laugh is boisterous, as he enjoy the moment of feigned outlawhood (which is very real, depending on where someone thinks the IPC's authority ends and the Family's begins), and dumps himself unceremoniously into the seat next to Robin. If only his getaways were this cozy half the time, or had this much leg room. Still, Boothill twists in his seat rather than get comfortable, crowding Robin in her seat as he peers through the back window at the swiftly retreating alleyway. Despite his laughter, and the grin that played across his mouth when he first saw Robin, he can't quite relax until he's certain that they're not being followed. ]
... A'ight.
FRIENDSHIP OVER IF YOU FORGET ABOUT THEM
But then he's running along with her. And more than that - he's laughing. For a moment she can't help but watch him, observing how unabashed, how unrestrained it is. How it softens his jagged edges and makes him look younger. Something light, like bubbles rises in her chest at the sound dispelling the momentary doubt that she'd had until they result in her own laughter to accompany his.
Here in the back seat of this car it feels like they're in a world of their own, away from the Family, the IPC and the Sweet Dream. It allows her to forget herself and that her hand is placed still so lightly on his. Her wings flutter a moment, the only sign that she's flustered that she'll allow herself, before smoothly removing her hand back onto her lap. ]
They're discreet. Just in case you were worried about that. And of course you won't have to worry about payment of any kind. Consider it a gift from me to you for the favour you're doing for me.