[soft gasps for breath, then the sound of someone drawing away, picking up a helmet; brief rumple of clothing as if rearranging it, the slamming of a cupboard (meant to be a locker door).]
Breathe a word to anyone about this, and I'll... I'll shoot you.
Seriously.
[ooc; Rerun of
this incident! My, my. And Robin's gone and made
a post about it
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