#ic robin

He was reading. Studying, to be specific, which was pretty much all Robin seemed to be doing these days. He spent the vast majority of his time in the college library, sitting alone at the furthest table in the back with all his textbooks spread out in front of him. He had a few big projects and tests coming up, and the young man didn’t feel the least bit prepared for them yet, so he didn’t expect he would be moving until the building staff actually had to kick him out for the night. It had happened many times before - in fact most of them knew him by name at this point.

One staff member had already come by and suggested he go home - her message still scrawled messily on the tablet he always left open beside him for this exact purpose. You look like crap, go get some sleep, it said. Harsh, perhaps, but the obvious concern on her face had clearly displayed what she was really going for. Robin had chuckled and shrugged it off. He didn’t have time to sleep - even if he did look like crap. Which he was sure he did.

“Hey, um...  Kaiya?” Robin had stopped just outside her tent, and now he was just... awkwardly kind of standing there, waiting for her to either come out, or invite him in. If she was even in there right now - it was a little hard to tell what with the flap down and all.

“Cynthia!!” At the sight of his comrade coming near, and the sight of the red staining her armour, Robin couldn’t help but call her name. At their current distance he couldn’t tell if the blood was hers or someone else’s - but he prayed it was the latter as he stumbled his way towards her. 

The battle was nearing its end and had moved away from their current location, for which the tactician was grateful. He had suffered a minor injury himself - a stray arrow had landed itself in his upper leg and stuck there. He had only been able to snap the shaft in half during the fight and now was limping slightly as he approached the young woman with obvious concern on his face.

“Knock knock!” Robin burst into the room without actually bothering to knock, a noticeable excitement trailing in with him. There was a spring in his step and a light in his eyes as he came to a sudden halt in front of his boyfriend and offered him a cheery grin in way of greeting.

“Good morning!” He beamed. “Sorry for almost breaking the door in, I uh, got a little overexcited.” Thankfully the other hadn't been changing or something... that would've been awkward.

“Chrom?” Robin knocked on the wooden door that lead to the prince’s room, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything important. He sort of felt like he had to be.... after all, the prince had to be doing something of great significance if he would skip out on the festivities, right...? But Robin had to be honest with himself - he was also worried. It wasn’t like Chrom to just vanish into his room like this, and especially without telling at least someone what he was up to. And it was usually Robin he told, so the fact that even the tactician had no idea what he was up to left Robin with a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Tch,” That last shot had been way off. Sure, it had hit the target, but not nearly where he’d been aiming, or with the power he had hoped for... and now Arcthunder and gone and broken on him. Just great.

“I’m sorry, miss, but... I’ve totally forgotten your name.” He felt kind of terrible about it, since he was sure they had been introduced before, but... there were just so many people living here, and trying to keep track of them all was proving a little bit impossible. He knew this stranger was a villager from a small town... but that was about the extent of his knowledge.