[ Cal was literally just sitting here, eating his food... when suddenly a lot of things happen in very quick succession. He isn't quite fast enough to intervene when Adora suddenly whacks BD-1 with her staff—the droid goes flying with a sad, startled shriek—but he does knock his chair over when he stands and moves to put himself between her and BD-1, both hands up in a gesture of peace.
Of course, this isn't before his plate flips over into his lap, but. You know. He has more important things to worry about right now. ]
Whoa, whoa! He's not going to hurt you! [ He pauses a little, his hands still up, and turns his head to find BD-1, who is already back on his feet, extending his legs as if testing that they still work fine. One of his antennae is a little bent, but... ] You okay, buddy?
rip 😔
Of course, this isn't before his plate flips over into his lap, but. You know. He has more important things to worry about right now. ]
Whoa, whoa! He's not going to hurt you! [ He pauses a little, his hands still up, and turns his head to find BD-1, who is already back on his feet, extending his legs as if testing that they still work fine. One of his antennae is a little bent, but... ] You okay, buddy?