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Everyone knows Robert is double jointed. Who wouldn’t know? It’s one of the few things he’ll tell you about himself upon first meeting.
He was in the break room with his sandwich and water when he felt some tension in his knuckles.
So, he did what anyone else would do: cracked his knuckles.
He bent his fingers backward, popping and cracks filling the little corner he’d been occupying.
“OH MY GOD BOBBERT!!!” Sonar, honestly, looked frightened and disgusted.
“What?”
Malevola looked at his fingers from her spot near the window, “you just bent your fingers back 90 degrees.”
Robert nodded, “and?”
“AND THAT ISN’T NORMAL!!” Sonar cried.
Robert huffed out a laugh, “maybe not for you guys. ‘M double jointed, remember?”
“Still freaky,” Malevola said.
“Yeah,” Sonar looked down at his phone and texted some people. And soon enough, Flambae and Prism entered a few minutes later.
“What did you want?” Flambae said, “I was about to grab a coffee.”
Malevola pointed at Robert, “look at what Robert can do.”
The dispatcher rolled his eyes but took his cue anyway and bent his fingers backward.
Prism and Flambae had the same looks on their faces that Sonar had.
“What the-?!”
“That’s freaky, stop doing that.”
Robert shrugged and picked up his sandwich, “it is not that freaky.”
“You look like you broke your fingers!” Prism countered.
“Okay and what do your fingers look like when you do that?”
She took her glove off and bent her fingers back, only being able to go 25 degrees.
“Oh..”
“Yeah,” she put her glove back on, “oh.”
Visi came in with Beef in her arms and sat down next to Robert, the fat chihuahua in her lap. “Your papa is such a little freak, isn’t he? Yes he is,” she cooed at the dog before looking up at Robert, “see? He agrees that it’s freaky.”
“He does not agree with that sentiment.”
“And how do you know?”
Robert frowned, “I know my son pretty well.”
“Mhm, sure ya do.”