"Hey! Niels is definitely sentient!" Robbie gets no further into his defense of feline intelligence, because the core meltdown worries him a ridiculous amount. He wants to grab Mabel by the hair, Niels by the tail, and Brainiac by the ankle and go, except he'd need at least three hands for that. Also, he could probably only manage the kid and the cat or Brainiac. Adults with 12-level intellect can fend for themsel-
... or they can stop the alarm. That was always a possibility. Right.
"Mabel! Oh no, you've discovered our secrets! Brainy is a - gasp! - not helpful person, even though he totally made the screaming computer stop using terrifying science words! And I, Robbie, have an awful confession to make!"
He takes a moment to climb atop a clear spot on the counter. This is more to put himself in closer proximity to Niels while also seemingly not paying attention to the stupid cat, because he has a tendency to bolt when he realizes he's getting hemmed in.
Robbie presses his forearm to his forehead and turns his head in mock shame. "I have a secret cat-son! Now please, stay still and silent in your shock and shame!"
Because Robbie is very carefully creeping over to the high shelf that the cat has finally stopped on. He can catch the cat if it starts moving again, yes, but he has learned that the two of them bouncing around a tight area takes forever and causes so much more collateral damage. "Hey, Niels, I know you keep getting drug to new homes, buuuut this one has fake salmon ice cream thaaaat doesn't actually have cream. You know you're my favorite little sentient cat-son and we can - gotcha!"
He's snagged the cat by the scruff, and there is the expected hissing and scratching and random floating bubbles because the cat is kicking him and then headbutting him.
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... or they can stop the alarm. That was always a possibility. Right.
"Mabel! Oh no, you've discovered our secrets! Brainy is a - gasp! - not helpful person, even though he totally made the screaming computer stop using terrifying science words! And I, Robbie, have an awful confession to make!"
He takes a moment to climb atop a clear spot on the counter. This is more to put himself in closer proximity to Niels while also seemingly not paying attention to the stupid cat, because he has a tendency to bolt when he realizes he's getting hemmed in.
Robbie presses his forearm to his forehead and turns his head in mock shame. "I have a secret cat-son! Now please, stay still and silent in your shock and shame!"
Because Robbie is very carefully creeping over to the high shelf that the cat has finally stopped on. He can catch the cat if it starts moving again, yes, but he has learned that the two of them bouncing around a tight area takes forever and causes so much more collateral damage. "Hey, Niels, I know you keep getting drug to new homes, buuuut this one has fake salmon ice cream thaaaat doesn't actually have cream. You know you're my favorite little sentient cat-son and we can - gotcha!"
He's snagged the cat by the scruff, and there is the expected hissing and scratching and random floating bubbles because the cat is kicking him and then headbutting him.