Okay, judging by the opening and subsequent shutting of doors, they were in there.
"Eight... and I'm bringing another two with me." Eleven versus poor Melody- if it ever came to that, that is.
"Alright, I'm- I'm coming." She knew the address, the call was somewhat easy to trace and subsequently plot into a GPS. It would take forty minutes, an hour max, until she was face to face with the person that gave Melody MORFS in the first place. ...And now that girl wanted to help? So strange.
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...Okay. Did that... Did that really just happen, or was the guy just pulling his leg? Well, he'd soon find out. Hell, if it did actually work, Robert didn't know how long the thing would last, so he'd better damn well make the most of it. A few seconds after Lucian ran off, Robert followed, entering the kitchen to find him simply standing there doing nothing. Okay... Weird.
"Uh... Make me a coffee. Black, please." Well, that was a start. And it seemed that the boy hadn't lost his manners, even when talking to a brainwashed lion man. Judging by the amount he'd consumed, it'd last a good few minutes, but Robert wasn't to know that. Hell, he believed he was lucky to get him this far, if he wasn't in fact still just messing with him. But... how did he know if Lucian was joking or not? He needed something really cruel... Aha!
"And once you've done that, I'd love a foot rub." Sitting down in a nearby chair (thankfully not upholstered, just plain wood,) Robert watched to see what the lion would do.
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