[not picking at him is a very kind gesture, all things considered. Robin is doing a fine job of crowding himself, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his elbows just a little too close to his sides. ]
Sounds good to me. I'd kill for an actual graveyard... [ah. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a sharp smirk, like clockwork.] No pun intended.
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Sounds good to me. I'd kill for an actual graveyard... [ah. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a sharp smirk, like clockwork.] No pun intended.