R-âŠ.robot dirk? I mean sure, yeah, the kid was definitely a lot closer to the height of the larger mech nowadays, but. Wait, thatâs right, Roxy had a habit of being pretty drunk. It didnât register on his radar of alcohol fumes, but there was a lot of things in his person that required a good reboot and repair. He wasnât sure how much flattery he should be registering in being aesthetically confused for the boy- but dang, yeah, who wouldnât want to be confused for his human bro. That wasnât the point at the moment though; and still with his outstretched palm still definitely miming STOP JAKE YOU FUCK, as the boy hightails it out of there, he turns to watch the boy just, wow so quick on his feet.
Aaalright, here he is, hot damn. Only about a minute or two behind Sawtoothâs feet, peering from behind the door with what would appear to be a sandwich partially in his mouth. All god teir and- still no shades, completely shade-less Strider. Ah, Roxy. Ok, he can totally still deal with that- but he swore his mechanical other had mimed to describe having found Jake as well. Maybe they turned separate ways at some point in time? He wouldnât know why they would. Oh, no, his attention turned back to Dirk instead of the fleeing Jake and the affectionate Roxy, it becomes an exotic game of charades. The hand gestures probably mean nothing to anyone else around them, but Dirk response with a.. sort of nervous laugh, before entering the, wow, fuckhuge pool room. â Well thatâs definitely a thing. What? You had one task and you failed it, jeez. Well, then go catch him? Iâm sure heâll be fine with it.â, the master of apparently talking to himself; and also, being extremely aloof about the Roxy ahead of him.
He continues the approach however; replacing the large mechanical as it speeds off in a flash of metal towards the change rooms. He sure hoped that Jake hadnât literally gone to change, lest he be lacking pants when the brobot grabs him and drags him out like a dog. The main Strider finally draws his attention to the almighty Ro-Lal, smiling weakily and squinting against the heavy lighting of the pool. â I think you need to get your eyes checked, I look nothing like that robot.â, eats sandwich like he doesnât even care even though he entirely cares too much.
Sawtooth however is upon- Jake on the ground. He appears in the typical flash of speed and metal as Jake might be accustomed too by all members of the Strider household- whoa little buddy did you somehow take a tumble? I guess the floors here are a little slippery. You donât look too damaged. Maybe you just sat down yourself? Fucking weirdo. He might notice, though, where normally he would be already throwing down delirious biznasty- the brobot has been awfully silent. He was going to literally pick up the other boy and just drag him back, but he looks stuck in morale conflict. Instead he looms over him in dark cloaked fury, waiting to offer a hand to help him off the ground.
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