#robinoflocksizzle

"My family's fought for England since the crusades. I think it'd be a cardinal sin for me not to. Don't make it any easier though, and I don't plan on making it a hobby," Robin assured him before taking a long sip of his latte. He breathed a sigh, then glanced out the window.

"No murder, promise!" he chuckled, holding his palms up in surrender. He was a thief, a solder, not a murderer. Robin wasn't sure if he'd be capable of taking a life outside of battle, even Gisborne's. "Serial killers? Sounds rough. You must... see a lot of shit," Robin muttered before taking a bite of his muffin.

The young man hesitated. He was a wanted criminal, in Britain at least. He wasn't sure if the FBI had caught on to him yet. Going to a coffee shop might be a risky move, but his heart cried out to help Will. "Sure. Lead on, friend," Robin said as he flipped his hood back up.

Robin paused when Will called him out, then nodded once. He felt like he could trust Will somehow. "Yeah. Hiding," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he pursed his lips. "Call me Robin. Robin Locksley."

Robin didnt seem bothered by Will's tone in the slightest. "Yeah. I like the higher vantage point," he answered, glancing up as he flashed a wide grin. /And so I can hide if the police show up.../ he thought. "What's your name?"

Robin frowned as he pulled down his hood. "Sorry, " he said with a shrug, then furrowed his brows. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I've been watching you from that tree for a while. What those guys did to you was definitely not ok..." he explained, hoping Will didn't think he was some kind of creep.

He drops down from the tree he was perched in, a look of concern etched all over his face. "Hey, buddy. You don't look so good..."

: You're hot ß: I have a crush on you Ω: I hate you.