Robin X Finney headcannons | The Black Phone

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Bruce: what do you think he's listening to?

Vance: idk probably Taylor Swift or MCR or something

Finney: *in his headphones* FOUR BIG GUYS AND THEY GRAB ON MY THIGHS BLOW UP MY GUTS LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY-

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*at a movie theater*

(Bruce, Griffin, Robin, Vance, and Billy standing behind Finney at the ticket booth*

Finney :6 tickets for 'The Barbie Diaries' please

Dude behind the counter thing: are you sure, you guys dont really look like people that would like these things

Finney: no we're sure

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Bruce: why's it in a cage?

Finney: because it growled at me

Vance: *vance noises*

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Bruce takes Vance's hair curlers away after he mercilessly beat up a kid to the point he went to the hospital.

Bruce: You have got to understand, that there are consequences to your actions. 🤨

Vance: YOU ARE LIKE PAPA ✊😔

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Bruce: Finney, you have to stop joking about your trauma

Finney: what're you gonna do? Tell my mom?

Bruce: Finney...

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Finney: what kind of weirdo gets up to play pinball at 3AM?

Vance: oh boy! 3AM!

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Vance: fight me you nerd ass punk

Bruce: at least try to sound sophisticated when you threaten someone

Robin: dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bITCH

Bruce: somehow that was even worse

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finney: i miss feeling happy

vance: and i miss my goddamn pinball machine we can't always get what we want finnegan.

finney: would you stop calling me that, my full legal government name is literally just finney

vance: fuck you finnegan 

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finney: That's illegal, right?

vance: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop?

finney: No-

vance: Then fuck the up shut

finney: what-

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Robin banging his wrist on a table:Ow! my armkle.

Bruce: your what?

Finney, tiredly: his wrist.

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