There’s a feeling of pressure in his head, sometimes, when there’s just too many thoughts and not enough room for them. Robo can feel the sensation start in his fingers and crawl up his arms, the antsiness of needing to do something now.
“Mobo, I’m losin’ it,” he pleads. “Let’s pull a job. Right now. Today. Please?”
And Mobo says yes, because he can’t say no. First, because it’s his brother. Second, because he doesn’t want Robo going stir crazy. Third, because…
“Awright,” he agrees. “But only if I get to bust somethin’ up.”( Read more... )