He stares long and hard at the messages written on the lockers, but the strangely shaped letters confound him. He's accustomed to recognizing place names, but it's been so long since he's done any actual on-the-fly reading that, after an intense stare-off with the letter "O" he curses under his breath and goes back the way he came. Just in case he missed anything while trying to get away from the blue goop they had tried to drown him in.
It's when he's looking over his shoulder, thinking some nasty thoughts about one of the idiots that he's spotted, that he rams into Robin's shoulder.
Despite the queasiness that keeps trying to take hold of him, muscle memory takes over and Ai twists his body to the side, absorbing less impact than he should have for the speed he was going. He slips slightly on some of the blue goo that's spilled out on the floor, but all it takes is a wedge of invisible, solidified air in the right place and Ai jams his foot against it, regaining his balance.
He turns as well, nose wrinkling in distaste as he takes in the appearance of the masked kid.]
And what are you supposed to be?
[Sorry, Robin. He's never learned how to make a good first impression.]
Lockers
He stares long and hard at the messages written on the lockers, but the strangely shaped letters confound him. He's accustomed to recognizing place names, but it's been so long since he's done any actual on-the-fly reading that, after an intense stare-off with the letter "O" he curses under his breath and goes back the way he came. Just in case he missed anything while trying to get away from the blue goop they had tried to drown him in.
It's when he's looking over his shoulder, thinking some nasty thoughts about one of the idiots that he's spotted, that he rams into Robin's shoulder.
Despite the queasiness that keeps trying to take hold of him, muscle memory takes over and Ai twists his body to the side, absorbing less impact than he should have for the speed he was going. He slips slightly on some of the blue goo that's spilled out on the floor, but all it takes is a wedge of invisible, solidified air in the right place and Ai jams his foot against it, regaining his balance.
He turns as well, nose wrinkling in distaste as he takes in the appearance of the masked kid.]
And what are you supposed to be?
[Sorry, Robin. He's never learned how to make a good first impression.]