Torbjörn Lindholm

-BUILD 'EM UP, BREAK 'EM DOWN- //Hi! Experienced RPer. Multiverse-friendly, OC-friendly, and fun! Retweets? Thanks!\\

"And a good mornin' to you, big guy!"

"Either that, or some other weird mess. Probably something about 'multiverse theory', or what you scientists are going on about."

Startled Torbjörn is startled. Consider the side Bastion approached from, that would have been a regular reaction. "Oh, thank you Bastion."

"Well, heh, here we are."

"So, what's everyone been up to today?"

"Only the worst craftsmen blame their tools."

"That's a good point."

"/Obviously/ not. There's just so many of them."

"Why are there so many damn 'expert scientists'?"

🔩: I'm trying my hardest to get back into RP, I swear. It's been TOO long!

"You ought to be lucky to have your medic on speed dial. Aheh..."

"Heheh..." The short gladly returned the hug. "Say, where has that big lug gone anyway?"

"Yes, I am."

"It's happy hour somewhere in the world..."

"Another call, eh?"

🔩: SERIOUSLY, I've been gone for SO LONG! I miss being here will all of you peeps.

🔩: Did ya miss me?

"So, aheh... What's been going on while I was 'away'?"

🔩: WOO. LAY.

🔩: Okay. So. It's been the longest time. But I can finally say... I'M BACK!