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Thank you!! Im so fucking sorry!!! I had too long accepted the empty inbox))

((Absolutely not, that's preposterous. This blog comes alive every 5 months. It's like a cryptid, you see it for like 5 seconds before it dissapears))

Robin: yeah, i should be. at the start everyone referred to me as their nephew. But the older i got, the more uncomfortable it made every one. I'm just not nephew material. Yao is the only one who refers to me with the correct role. (Son) or at least I think. We haven't talked in a while.

Robin: I don’t really wanna talk about me and my dad, but I can explain that family stuff.Because China in a sense “created” me, I count as his son. to the other asian countries, I’m the youngest brother. not just because I’m actually younger, but because I have much less land. out of the other China towns, I’m the oldest brother.

Robin: When Molly was here and my relationship with my dad was healthy, we had big dinners and made paper lanterns and cranes at his house. now I just sit here and play fortnite, eating leftovers and chips.

((He’s 424 turning 425 on the 12th this month. also he’s 30 in human years.))

Robin: I haven’t cut my hair in a long time. I haven’t even left my apartment in a long time.  how should I get it cut? I’m not sure I wanna cut it at all.

Robin: I don’t call him an awful lot because we don’t get along. But Molly used to bounce back and forth between living with me and Yao. so I used to see him maybe... once every 2 weeks.

Robin:????

Im sorry for the lack of content, i have exactly 1 ask and i've been trying go decipher it

((I think.....DM me so i can confirm in the least embarrassing way possible))

((Bold of you to assume that I can be nerfed, or that god can touch me at all))

((Its always nice to see more Asian-country blogs floating around! ^^))

((Damn straight he is.))

Robin: oh, well yeah! here I am.