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Robbie follows Danny away from the questions area, neosporin and DVD tucked neatly away in his hoodie pocket. "Are we going to be walking much longer? I've got a curfew, and I'd like to kick your ass and be done with it before I have to go back to base." Banter, the promise of getting to punch something, and the promise of getting punched back.

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"Through the mines of Moria, and across the Burning Sea..." Stop mixing your source material, Robbie. "Yeah? So, how're we gonna do this?"

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Robbie weighs his options for a moment, before deciding -- to hell with it, it'll give Danny one less possible hand-hold at least -- to peel off his hoodie, and set it to the side. (His t-shirt today, thankfully, is a bit thicker than it was that once with Rich.) "I can do without, as long as you don't hit me in the back."