#robin.1

Usually, Robin was very far up Elokian's ass - or was it the other way around? Either way, it was obvious things weren't going well and things felt... Tense as a result. Made it all very entertaining and gave the crew something to talk about besides their ulcers.

Theneras took advantage of the lazy summer afternoon at the port, an empty bottle of rum in the sand beneath the hammock he'd quickly stitched together as he hung between a pair of trees. He'd made a new toy recently, two disks fused together with a simple string tied around the middle that would roll up and unroll with the simple flick of the wrist.

"You like it?" Theneras asked, the toy was simple enough, "I call it a go-go." He bent his fingers and pulled the strings together so the turning wheel hung suspended in a triangle. Dog's cradle.

So they’d set her up on Tinder (which felt odd, since she couldn’t exactly date outside the town at the moment) and read like fifteen different copies of Teen Vogue to try and figured out how flirting worked. Okay maybe she’d done that last bit by herself but that was neither here nor there. She had more knowledge now and that’s what counted.

Which is how she found herself sitting in Sherwood’s restaurant all made up and waiting for a frankly adorable brunette named Becca. They’d traded outfit descriptions and Maggie had the flowers on her table just like she’d promised. Hopefully Becca would show up. They’d even made sure to schedule around the mist.

“I promise I am going to order,” she told Robin Locksley as he hovered near the corner of her table. The man owned the place. Hopefully he wouldn’t kick her out. “I’m just waiting for someone right now.”

@cflocksley​

It doesn’t take him long to get into some form of trouble.

To be fair, it wasn’t his fault. Not entirely, anyway. Thinking somebody like him would be easy prey was the first mistake. Thinking that insults about his appearance would do anything was the second. If Kidomaru had a ryo for everytime somebody called him a freak, he’d be rich.

There’s a dull thud as the larger man falls to the floor, sharpened wooden point ripped out his jugular where it had been plunged seconds earlier. Two arms fall back to his sides, no longer needed to block a punch directed at his face, and rather than pay attention to the corpse he simply rolls the kunai around in his hands.

Messy. Things tended to be clean from a distance, but it’s not the first time he’s dealt with someone up close. A thumb wipes away a speck of blood from his face, while two other hands perch on his hips, only bothering to tear his attentions away once he realizes he isn’t alone.

There’s no fear on his face, nor is there worry. There’s merely a cautious glint in his eyes as he slowly turns his gaze and not much else, wrapping fingers tightly around the red hilt of his makeshift weaponry.

Technology is a curiosity. Beyond the glimpses he gets on his excursions to the streets of humans, he’s never dealt with it completely. And this place, a modern city filled with modern things, is just chock full of unfamiliar things. Televisions, game systems, billboards-- everything bright and flashy which made him feel comfortable and safe.

One of those such things were the bright handheld devices nearly everybody seemed to walk around carrying. While with no knowledge of how to work it, he still had the incessant itch to get his hands on them, which leads to the obvious solution--

Steal one.