Robin follows suit, peering into the cubicles they pass to see if any of them holds a clue or a key to their escape. But she can't help but roll her eyes at his question.
"Yeah... Whatever kind of monster I'm turning into this time, it's blue, spiky, and short."
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2023-10-14 16:07 (UTC)"Yeah... Whatever kind of monster I'm turning into this time, it's blue, spiky, and short."