bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg,
God damn Roman! Every damn time Robert wanted to protest his brother's words and decisions, the man just kept finding ways to race him to it. Roman couldn't stand if he was hurt, Roman needed him to trust him. Well excuse him, but for all of his failure as an older brother, Bob could extend the same courtesy to his only family in New York, his lifeline in this blasted mutant war!
He wanted to scream it at Roman's face, throw all caution to God knew where, but he wasn't able to. He had been about to do it when the card appeared in his hand and he wasted precious time trying to decipher it with his racing mind. Then Ron left the cafe.
And that was that.
He hissed out a curse through his teeth and pushed his seat back noisily. He would give chase, he would find Roman before the man ever got too far and he would settle this once and for all. But even when that kind waitress had hurriedly stepped out of his way and everyone else had cleared the path for him, he might as well have sat down and finished both their coffees. Bob slammed against the door and had to fumble with the lock twice before he could shove it open. People moved away from him as he ran rightwards, scanning the cheering crowd for his brother but for once, his detection skills failed him. A traitor right when he needed it.
Now his brother was as good as lost.
Bob couldn't even bring himself to shout his name, caught in-between an ambiguous sting lodged deep into his guts and...just a general need to explode. His face was scrunched tight, eyes in the distance in case Roman's mutant signature suddenly popped up as his hands rising over his head, confused.
For the first time in his whole life, Robert wanted to punch someone very hard.