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[nipplefaucets]

Robbie asked for the weekend off. There weren't any outstanding missions on the to-do list, nothign that needed his unique skill set (getting punched a lot and still fighting), so the time wasn't hard to get. Osborn probably thought, he figured, that Baldwin had something planned related to that Nexus prom that was coming up

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[dame_de_pique]

"C'mon in. I'm almost ready to go, just gotta nab a few more things and then we can haul off to where I've been working. S'a better, cleaner sort of place." Njoki doesn't work from home. Gosh, the cleaning bills would be horrific if she did -- there's only so much Scotchguard protects against.

[nipplefaucets]

He makes a little heh-sound, slipping inside. Oh, hey, it's an apartment. "Cool. Wherever's good." He probably goes through quite enough disinfectant as it is. "Thanks again for helping me with this."

[dame_de_pique]

It's her house, actually.

"It's no trouble, Robbie. I mean, if you're gonna do it, might as well get a professional to work ya over." Njoki slings a bag over her shoulder and nabs her PINpoint. "You never said, you want me to heal it up smooth or just scar you like I've got?"

[nipplefaucets]

Pff, well, fine. Be that way. Place of residence, then. "Smooth is good. So it just has a different colour, or... you know, dips in a little." Like the rest of his scars do, the wounds he lets heal into scars.