[ Robin lands in a crouch and springs lightly up to a more ready one, eyeing him with a twist of as mild a frown as she can manage. Not keeping up the chase after getting hit changes things a little. Is he making this a fight, or is this something else entirely? ]
Guess I wanted that lunch money you promised.
[ She straightens a little more, the frown fading back into a wary neutrality. ]
Weird move, getting me your digits then making off with the wallet.
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Guess I wanted that lunch money you promised.
[ She straightens a little more, the frown fading back into a wary neutrality. ]
Weird move, getting me your digits then making off with the wallet.