un: @cid text; with a photo

[levindicated]

[There’s just an image at first, without preamble or explanation. ]



Anyone know who this fucking kid is?

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[mostdangerousbird]

[ He was supposed to. ]

Minding your own business, messing up everyone else's from the looks of it.

Unlikely that he looks like that all the time. That facial expression takes more facial muscles than a resting bitch face. Besides, I have it on good authority that he's a cryptid under the double mask and the true origin of several North American modern myths.

[levindicated]

What’s that? Looking to paint me as the rabble-rouser?

[You lost him in the last part. He doesn’t know what America is, but it sounds unpleasant by the sounds of it. But the other does confirm that they’re familiar with each other, so he links a few clues and takes a shot.]

You know, myths are just what we tell our kids to keep them from getting too close to the woods at night. They’re largely unpleasant.

So is Robin a name or group you belong to? Do you also patrol the trollies looking for marks?

[mostdangerousbird]

You're worried I'll paint you as rabble rouser? You're posting pictures of a "kid" you don't know and asking questions like you're going to find him. I can frame it a lot worse than rabble rousing.

Never said the myths were pleasant. They usually end with missing teeth.

Red Robin's a name.

[levindicated]

I think you’re spinning quite the yarn. I never asked where to find him, but plenty of others were sure he’d come looking for me.

See, that’s what you two have in common. You like framing things- making a narrative that simply isn’t true. Nice tactic, but it really doesn’t have anyone around here fooled. Look around. These people aren’t fools.

[mostdangerousbird]

"Most boys learn to shut their gobs by the tenth time they’re slapped across the face- or else they get good at ducking."

That's your quote, right? Rhetorical question. I saved it. You're going to have an increasingly bad time if you don't shut your gob and back off Robin.

Because I'm not going to have a hard time selling the narrative of you as creepy and abusive.

voice;

[levindicated]

[Alright. Enough of this texting bullshit. It’s annoying enough with his gloves as it is. So he swaps the feed. A man’s voice, deep, smokey, accented in a way Robin would understand to be northen English.]

I was talking about myself. I always had a smart mouth growing up, and no one appreciates it either. I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d dealt with to come to be the sort of person he is. Fearless and dogged. Rough and controlling. Doesn’t happen by accident. Doesn’t happen overnight.

I’m not gonna hit him.

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[mostdangerousbird]

I'd tell you to ask Robin directly, but I think that ship sailed.

And good, that's the first smart thing you've said.

voice;

[levindicated]

I think its easier to hear words like these rather than read them.

[That’s a really nice way to say that he thinks you guys aren’t great at reading.]

And what, you’ve never caught up to a sailing ship? I build engines.

[A beat.]

I’m not worried. He’s been all over this. He’ll hear it himself. I don’t expect it to change his mind, but maybe he’ll understand me a bit better.

[mostdangerousbird]

Ohhhh you think that's a good thing. We'll see.

[levindicated]

Eh? And here I thought we were on the same page.