[ Her magical girl arms are in overwork this night. Robby is failing feminism.
But he is still standing there, not having moved, but he has a hand over his eyes, held there more in the way that someone might do when suffering a headache or dizziness than pressed too closely. Not noticing she's returned until she speaks--and his head shoots up, a confused look on his face. ]
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But he is still standing there, not having moved, but he has a hand over his eyes, held there more in the way that someone might do when suffering a headache or dizziness than pressed too closely. Not noticing she's returned until she speaks--and his head shoots up, a confused look on his face. ]
Uh--yeah, sure.
[ That's not what she asked, Robby. ]