Sure. [he glances over at the horizon, briefly...] Stars'll be nice.
[his tension doesn't really show until he starts moving; precise, smooth motions, like his fidgeting is calculated. weight from one foot to the other, looking with his eyes but not his head.]
[it's sad when the novelty of a night sky wears off, but having real dirt under your feet is a luxury. and he doesn't pick at or crowd Robin. not yet. he'll just start walking--give him some time to move around without having to watch his every seam and weak point, before he starts something like that.]
There is one square to the west that I particularly like. I bet it's like a graveyard at this hour.
[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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[his tension doesn't really show until he starts moving; precise, smooth motions, like his fidgeting is calculated. weight from one foot to the other, looking with his eyes but not his head.]
Got anywhere in mind?
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[it's sad when the novelty of a night sky wears off, but having real dirt under your feet is a luxury. and he doesn't pick at or crowd Robin. not yet. he'll just start walking--give him some time to move around without having to watch his every seam and weak point, before he starts something like that.]
There is one square to the west that I particularly like. I bet it's like a graveyard at this hour.
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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.