[ Once the claw lets go, Robin tries standing, only to fall over again as soon as the ball starts rolling. She's looking down when it stops again and her breath hitches— what is this guy doing, playing with her like some elaborate game of cat and mouse?
But when she looks up, she doesn't see another clawed tentacle, she sees a hand. A perfectly average, normal looking hand.
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But when she looks up, she doesn't see another clawed tentacle, she sees a hand. A perfectly average, normal looking hand.
She blinks, frowning. ]
Wh... Who are you?