bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg,
"What?!" Whispered but loudly at Roman when he had summoned the old man to approach them. Bob had completely no idea what his brother was getting at although instinct made him step aside to give the stranger some space. Confusion was clear in the shape of his brows and his mouth and he looked at the old man then at his brother then back to the old man then again to his brother. Put the old man back! he might have wanted to spit.
But for all his dumbness in the ways of mutant society, he ultimately caught on with what Roman was trying to imply. And the result was almost tangibly visible on his face, the way his confusion faded quickly to be replaced by something that was unmistakably pale and horror. Fear...of his brother. Bob understood that people could do that with their pheromones and didn't question it but to see that his brother could do it, had done it...well, he wasn't sure he liked having that information in his head now. He didn't want the knowledge of it to sink in but he found at the pit of his stomach. Why would he do something like that--
"A, all right, fine!" Stammered after three seconds of silence. Bob threw his hands up and stepped away from Roman and his prop as if the distance would make it any better for him. "All right, I see your point now put him back! Th, this is...this is rude." He breathed, turned away as if the sight of the old man offended him. His heart was racing again and he worried his mutations might fluctuate at the wrong time.