Sportacus bounces around only stopping ever so often to sign or initial where Robbie says to. While he signs various papers, he notices Robbie doing the same. He shrugs, thinking of it as Robbie is helping him do this so maybe he needs to sign it too. He doesn't ask and Robbie seems content in signing and looking for documents for Sportacus to sign.
When all had been done, a judge from the big city approved the documents. After talking about Stephanie, Sportacus was ushered out so the judge could talk directly with a suddenly sullen Robbie. Sportacus went to the park. While no kids are around, he balanced a discarded soccer ball on his knees kicking it back and forth. The judge talked very sternly with the still taller lanky man. The blue man could hear various curses stringing out of Robbie's mouth, as the judge had obviously said something to upset him.
Eventually, Robbie and the judge had walked out, shaking hands. Sportacus smiles slightly, antsy about Stephanie, Ziggy and Pixel getting out of school. There will still be another two hours. Robbie takes a glance toward the school, questioning the judge about something bothering him. The judge nods and Robbie hangs his head in defeat. He then nods and starts pushing the judge toward his car, signaling that he as everything under control. He finally complies. Watching as he leaves, Robbie walks down to the park and slumps onto a bench.
"What did you two have to talk about?" Sportacus jumps down beside him curiously.
"School." He answers flatly. "And residence."
"You mean, where she'll be living?"
"Yes, you idiot."
Sportacus frowns at the blatant insult. "Where will she be living?"
"Never mind that. I had to agree to something and swear you promised too."
"Uh, okay. What did I promise?"
"That you're living with me. In my bunker."
Sportacus gapes at the news, trying to piece things together. "The judge said we have to live together?"
"Err he says there needs to be two adults living together. The guardian and someone else. It fits best for us to live together in my bunker."
"What's wrong with my air ship?"
"Too high."
"Too high?"
Robbie stands up and stalks stalking away at an impressive speed. Sportacus, confused, follows after him. He follows the taller man into his bunker in time to find the taller man speedily cleaning the area and placing caution tape around various areas. Sportacus remains still on the bright orange chair, taking it all in.
"What are you doing Robbie? When did you get so fast?"
"Cleaning. Girls they're difficult."
"It's only Stephanie."
Robbie halts mid-step. He grabs one of his machines and silently vacuums the oranges, watching as they splat into orange juice within the machine. Sportacus flinches at the fruity violence. He then motions for Sportacus to follow him as he drains the orange juice and makes a break for the surface.
"It's not just Stephanie. We need to go shopping."
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