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.
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.
"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.
[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.
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Never said the myths were pleasant. They usually end with missing teeth.
Red Robin's a name.
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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.
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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.
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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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And good, that's the first smart thing you've said.
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[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.
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