“What, do you want a participation trophy for being almost an elder millennial?” Robbie rolls his eyes and knocks back a bathroom Dixie cup of cider.
Then he winces at the lack of taste. “How is juice stale ? It shouldn’t be possible.”
Robbie wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his regulation canvas kigurumi. “I thought the whole thing with GenX is that you don’t want to participate. And I guess. Connecticut, but Mom moved us to New York after they got divorced. The village.”
This last is added almost as an afterthought while he rattles his brain for the name Ben Reilly. Yeah, it’s not familiar, just generic like the guy’s face. “Never spent a lot of time in Queens. I’m Robbie.”
There’s a weird gap where he chokes back the surname for now, out of an abundance of caution. He can feel how his expression looked like he had more to say. “Hey - did you ever work for Damage Control, that insurance company that used to clean up whenever Mole Man tunneled down Broadway?”
He does have a chronic case of insurance agent face.
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Then he winces at the lack of taste. “How is juice stale ? It shouldn’t be possible.”
Robbie wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his regulation canvas kigurumi. “I thought the whole thing with GenX is that you don’t want to participate. And I guess. Connecticut, but Mom moved us to New York after they got divorced. The village.”
This last is added almost as an afterthought while he rattles his brain for the name Ben Reilly. Yeah, it’s not familiar, just generic like the guy’s face. “Never spent a lot of time in Queens. I’m Robbie.”
There’s a weird gap where he chokes back the surname for now, out of an abundance of caution. He can feel how his expression looked like he had more to say. “Hey - did you ever work for Damage Control, that insurance company that used to clean up whenever Mole Man tunneled down Broadway?”
He does have a chronic case of insurance agent face.