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Rumble
Jubilife City
Apartment
As Rumble spoke imbuing his words with telepathy, Lydia slighty smirked as his voice was piercing his mind.
He had a sore throat after his speech, he hadn't spoke so much ever in 13 years of his life.
"N-nothing, really. Mind if I tag along with you?"
Rumble's frown remained on his face, as he was looking at her stepping beside him for him to exit his apartment. She grinned as she returned his stare.
"Come on, lets go" she said taunting him to hurry up. Rumble kept frowning, lost in his thoughts. He nodded, his amber eyes reflecting her red ones. The door slammed behind him as he was still staring at her. Rumble walked forward, finally disengaging from that intense moment of staring.
She could be much of a problem. I wonder if it'd be wise..
"Why'd you come here?" Rumble kept the metallic voice up. The tone of his voice was serious. Action-time. But he didn't want to sound weak. They walked into the elevator and Rumble suddenly raised his left arm and pulled out a drill from the back of his armor, then put the drill in the shooting glove of his right hand.
Loaded, he thought as they were walking down the street.
Jubilife City
Apartment
As Rumble spoke imbuing his words with telepathy, Lydia slighty smirked as his voice was piercing his mind.
He had a sore throat after his speech, he hadn't spoke so much ever in 13 years of his life.
"N-nothing, really. Mind if I tag along with you?"
Rumble's frown remained on his face, as he was looking at her stepping beside him for him to exit his apartment. She grinned as she returned his stare.
"Come on, lets go" she said taunting him to hurry up. Rumble kept frowning, lost in his thoughts. He nodded, his amber eyes reflecting her red ones. The door slammed behind him as he was still staring at her. Rumble walked forward, finally disengaging from that intense moment of staring.
She could be much of a problem. I wonder if it'd be wise..
"Why'd you come here?" Rumble kept the metallic voice up. The tone of his voice was serious. Action-time. But he didn't want to sound weak. They walked into the elevator and Rumble suddenly raised his left arm and pulled out a drill from the back of his armor, then put the drill in the shooting glove of his right hand.
Loaded, he thought as they were walking down the street.
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