New York City, New York - Sunday Afternoon

[hoorayimrich]

A trip back home had been on the agenda in order to check in with the Rhodes family and their... bombed out house. And, because Tony could not be trusted to do anything on his own without being placed in grave peril, he'd brought along a friend from school

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[longislandiceme]

"It's kind of weird," Bobby commented, around a mouthful of hotdog because really, any food within a five foot radius of Bobby Drake was going to be eaten, okay. "I mean, it's like- everything seems the same as the New York I know, until I look a bit closer and all these little differences pop out."

[hoorayimrich]

He was so lucky to know so many rich people to buy him enough food to protect the general public.

"You have the people who paint themselves silver and stand around in the park too?" That was possibly a joke.

[longislandiceme]

"Not gonna lie, they freak me out," Bobby said solemnly. "With all the standing still and then the moving just when you're not looking."

Yes, Bobby had faced down giant robots, evil mutants, and aliens, and was freaked out by performance artists. You shut up.

[hoorayimrich]

They were pretty freaky.

"It could be worse, they could follow you around or something," Tony suggested, finishing off his own hot dog. He was still getting out of the 'full meals make me want to hurl' part of recovery. But Bobby was more than okay to compete for most hot dogs consumed.