See, she couldn't argue. Lunette was both beautiful and smart~!
"Okay then, babe! I'd love it if you escorted me," Scaramouch agreed, all smiles. Hey, there was safety in numbers, and Lunette looked like a dame who could, you know, thwart someone just by sitting on them. Or, um... ripping out their arms? Anything was preferable to getting jumped!
Unsurprisingly, the robot hadn't the foggiest idea regarding magic. If someone (Lunette, for example) told him a glowing rock could teleport him a few feet or summon the Anti-Christ, Scaramouch wouldn't argue otherwise. He gingerly plucked the stone from Lunette's outstretched palm and blinked. "...Neat! It's all glowy and stuff. Thanks, Lulu!" Truly, Scaramouch was a learned machine. But apparently Batboy was even more so, because the stony-faced sourpuss mentioned something about 'upgrading' and 'guardians'; he distinctly uttered the last word with distaste. Or... maybe it was just an upset stomach? "Boy, I'm glad you guys know about this stuff, because I'd just take this for a very, um, eye-catching piece of art!" Truthfully, Scaramouch probably wouldn't touch the damn thing on his own, but it was a gift, so... The robot stood up from his knees and dusted himself off from head-to-toe, his grin never once faltering. "I'm feeling better, thanks~! But you don't have to fetch my hat, I can do it myself!" On second thought... Scaramouch lowered his fingers and refrained from whistling. "Buuuut, Boon looks happy with a simple fetch quest. Who am I to deprive him of fun~?" Batboy, on the other hand...
Should he do it, or should he not... Should he do it, or should he - Scaramouch didn't even have to ask himself twice. His widening grin said it all as he tossed the stone up in the air and caught it with a playful swipe of his hand. It's payback time, you little rat with wings!
Blip!
One moment the robot vanished from Lunette's side, and in the next - "Sooooo..." He was already standing at Batboy's side, bent at the waist and looking quite the imp. "I don't think I've ever gotten your name, babe~!" Scaramouch teased. Because he just couldn't help himself, the robot obnoxiously pinched the little guy's right cheek and tugged. ...Eesh! This was, like, rock solid! No wonder Batboy couldn't smile. "Mind telling me what it is?" Blip! And now he was on the guy's left, pulling the opposite cheek. "Or am I gonna have to annoy it out of ya~?"
"Okay then, babe! I'd love it if you escorted me," Scaramouch agreed, all smiles. Hey, there was safety in numbers, and Lunette looked like a dame who could, you know, thwart someone just by sitting on them. Or, um... ripping out their arms? Anything was preferable to getting jumped!
"It's a movement stone. If you squeeze it, you can teleport a few feet in any direction you want. It's not powerful enough to teleport you miles... but, I hope it could be of some use to you as it is."
Unsurprisingly, the robot hadn't the foggiest idea regarding magic. If someone (Lunette, for example) told him a glowing rock could teleport him a few feet or summon the Anti-Christ, Scaramouch wouldn't argue otherwise. He gingerly plucked the stone from Lunette's outstretched palm and blinked. "...Neat! It's all glowy and stuff. Thanks, Lulu!" Truly, Scaramouch was a learned machine. But apparently Batboy was even more so, because the stony-faced sourpuss mentioned something about 'upgrading' and 'guardians'; he distinctly uttered the last word with distaste. Or... maybe it was just an upset stomach? "Boy, I'm glad you guys know about this stuff, because I'd just take this for a very, um, eye-catching piece of art!" Truthfully, Scaramouch probably wouldn't touch the damn thing on his own, but it was a gift, so... The robot stood up from his knees and dusted himself off from head-to-toe, his grin never once faltering. "I'm feeling better, thanks~! But you don't have to fetch my hat, I can do it myself!" On second thought... Scaramouch lowered his fingers and refrained from whistling. "Buuuut, Boon looks happy with a simple fetch quest. Who am I to deprive him of fun~?" Batboy, on the other hand...
Should he do it, or should he not... Should he do it, or should he - Scaramouch didn't even have to ask himself twice. His widening grin said it all as he tossed the stone up in the air and caught it with a playful swipe of his hand. It's payback time, you little rat with wings!
Blip!
One moment the robot vanished from Lunette's side, and in the next - "Sooooo..." He was already standing at Batboy's side, bent at the waist and looking quite the imp. "I don't think I've ever gotten your name, babe~!" Scaramouch teased. Because he just couldn't help himself, the robot obnoxiously pinched the little guy's right cheek and tugged. ...Eesh! This was, like, rock solid! No wonder Batboy couldn't smile. "Mind telling me what it is?" Blip! And now he was on the guy's left, pulling the opposite cheek. "Or am I gonna have to annoy it out of ya~?"