"Are you kidding me?!"
Neopolitan took a peek at Roman, the motion of her head popping up reminding the latter of a gopher popping out of it's hole. Except in the scenario, the hole was an industrial crate that Neopolitan had been hiding in for the past half hour, giggling to herself as Roman ambled around, looking for her fruitlessly.
"You were in there this whole time?" Roman grimaced, gesturing to his new partner with his cane. Neo simply nodded her head up and down, smiling to herself proudly.
Roman slowly began to smile, with Neo's smile diminishing at the sight of his.
"You do know what those boxes are full of…right?" Roman asked rhetorically. Neopolitan looked down at the stacked boxes inside the crate that she had been sitting on for a half hour, realizing that she had absolutely no idea what they contained; she'd never bothered to check.
Looking back up at Roman, she tilted her head a small frown on her face.
"It's full of unprocessed dust crystals," Roman said nonchalantly. "You know, dust. Colorful, powerful, and explosive, among other things.
Neopolitan's eyes widened as the reticule on the end of Roman's cane popped up, noticing for the first time that what she thought was gesturing was actually aiming, as well as that Roman was standing a curiously long distance away from the crate.
"Hey, here's a random and completely hypothetical question," Roman said with mock innocence. "What would take longer: for an annoying midget to teleport out of a crate, or for my finger to pull a trigger? In my honest opinion, I'd bet on the finger."
Neopoltian stared at Roman unblinkingly for a moment of silence before slowly pulling her head back down into the crate. Roman smirked and shrugged to himself.. It's not as if Cinder couldn't just find him a new partner. He pulled the trigger, a flare blasting its way out of his cane and directly into the crate.
But, instead of exploding in a spectacular fireball of badassery, the crate completely shattered into fragments of glass which blasted back into the wall before turning to dust.
Roman blinked uncomprehendingly at the sight. He was then nearly scared half to death when something tapped his shoulder. He turned around, twisting his head left and right to see what had touched him before he was poked in the stomach, prompting him to look down.
Neopolitan made eye contact with him silently, her trademark smirk plastered onto her face. She grew uncomfortable as Roman didn't burst out in anger, or throw a fit, but instead grabbed her shoulders and stared at her.
"You can teleport and create illusions?" Roman asked seriously, eyes wide. Neopolitan paused, confused by his reaction, then nodded slowly. Roman suddenly smiled widely and embraced Neopolitan roughly, nearly crushing her tiny body. He barely noticed as she struggled and kicked at him; he was too happy.
"Oh man, we're going to rob so many people!"