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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]

[Euri]

[he hasn't spoken to her in a looooong time... but today he decided to change that.]

Hey. You really still hiding out in the woods?

Come on, come back. You must be bored to tears out there.

[Murdertastic Filter]

So, hey. Can't help but notice there's been an awful lot of murdering going on.

Think you guys could maybe not attract the attention of the whole fucking city?

[Public]

[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.

but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]

You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.

[tap tap tap tap.]

I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.

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[quickly swapping them out for ones with thinner frames, and incidentally smaller and more oval lenses. He, of course, goes for lenses that are a nice dark purpley color.

And ah-- he manages to find a mirror propped on the other side of the cart, for just such an occasion]

How are these?

[aaah he's so cute. like a teenage girl.]

Oooh. Those look nice.

[teenage girls worry about silly things. This is serious business.

He's lost in the mirror now, taking some very purposeful time to decide how he looks with his cute little glasses on. Fixing his hair, looking at his face from different angles. It's something to get used to]

[he'll put his own pair back, since he's not a huge sunglasses guy. comes with living in an underground chamber half the time.

and then he'll watch Tek decide how he looks, watch him tilt his head and mess with his hair. eventually he gets fed up with watching and slinks over and puts his arms around Tek's waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.]

You look great. [looking at them both in the mirror.] I bet they'd even look good on Kett, too.

[ha, well. It's a testament to his vanity that he really takes Robin's judgement to heart. It pushes him out of his indecision and he reaches for his money]

Mm, they would. [and by that, he means that he hadn't even thought of it until Robin mentioned it.

And he does look pretty satisfied with the whole thing once he's finished buying them, walking away from the cart with them still proudly on his face.

...He's going to keep fidgeting with them every few steps though]

[mission accomplished. he's quite proud of himself, following along.]

Back to jewelry, then?

Actually... there is a smith right nearby that I like.

[wanna go sword shopping? :3]

Yes yes yes. [he didn't ask... but Robin gets excited anyway.] Let's go there.

[haha, he laughs. That makes him feel better for being so excited about the sunglasses... which he still can't quite leave alone where they're sitting on his face.

The weaponsmith is indeed right nearby, with a nice little shop set aside separate from the actual smith. So it's quieter, and enclosed... and, most importantly, this guy lets him play with the blades without getting mad. :3

The weapons here also have a particular prettiness to them.

And he'll open the door open for Robin once they arrive~]

[his bizarre love of swords is probably rooted in nostalgia. all the coolest people had swords when he was growing up. there was a sort of pride to them, a sort of honor and reputation that came with a sword. they stopped being of much sometime after the Second End, and it was a very long time until the Third... so he's always happy to find someone who knows the old and mostly-forgotten art of swordplay.

that, and they look fucking awesome.

so even though this is shopping for Tek, he's happy to take the gesture and waltz on into the shop, almost immediately starting to look around at everything on display.]

[ha, it takes Tek a minute to realize that he should probably take his glasses off because he can't see a damn thing inside. But, once he does that, he wanders over past the big impressive two-handed weapons, and toward the racks of smaller, keener blades in the back.]

I want something that isn't going to annoy me to carry around all the time. Something...

[he picks up the first blade that halfway matches what he's envisioning in his head, unsheathes it... and then gives the thing an effortless twirl as he pivots on the balls of his feet--ending with the blade pointed casually at Robin, probably far closer than most shop-keepers would have been comfortable with, held easy and balanced, aimed at his eyes]

[he accepts the motion like it's just another casual gesture tilting his head away more with a roll of his eyes than out of actual worry for having his eyes poked out.

he himself reaches for an elegant longsword, picks it up like it weighs nothing, and gives it an quick (but inhumanly controlled) swing to rest with the tip just an inch from Tek's throat.

he just smirks, though. he's having fun.]

[ha, yeah... it's just flirting. But with deadly weaponry. That's all. And the shopkeeper is nervously pretending not to notice.

Then, whether Robin moves his sword or not, Tek's attention falls to the one in his hand and he frowns at it, shifting his grip around so he can inspect the hilt]

I don't like this one. Still too big.

[and the decorations are blue. :\ ]

Mm. I probably shouldn't even be looking.

[which he says as he lowers the sword and puts it back. he'll start looking through the really big ones, but mostly out of a very particular fondness for someone back home.]

You don't want one? With how excited you'd gotten, I'd thought you did.

[which is mostly a lie. he's pretty sure it was the thought of him with a blade that Robin liked]

I'd like one... but they're really not my style.

[he looks around at other things. things that are not swords.]

I like them much better in the hands of other people.

Mm. Most blades annoy me. [absently musing while he browses] I don't have time for them. They aren't quick enough.

[ah, he finds a shorter one, but it's a little on the delicate side. He tries it out anyway, testing to see if he can get used to how it handles--flipping it around in his hand, making a few very quick and specific slices in the air. They're perfect, of course--a similar sort of inhuman precision of it. It comes with the territory of having generally better everything than a mortal. Robin knows.

But, ugh, he doesn't like this one either.]

Why not take up knives, then?

[the sort of thing he's started to look at now, actually. he has a feeling Tek will say no to them, though. he seems the type to stay out of range of actual attacks. come to think of it, Tek doesn't strike him as much of a fighter anyway.]

[and yet, here he is, taking up as many assassination jobs as he can get his hands on, and seemingly being successful enough at them]

Too much work. [--too messy.]

You're just lazy.

[he picks up one, rolling it around in his fingers like you sometimes see people do with pens. chopsticks. things less dangerous. it's very nice; very small handle. pretty evenly shaped. nice weight.]

I'm efficient.

[...totally just another word for lazy.]

...And I want something like this one. [a pretty little thing, on the short side for a sword, only arm's length] But with less... stuff on the hilt. [kind of wiggling his fingers at all the filigree on the hand guard.

...And then he eyes Robin with the dagger, one of those considering looks. He's forming an opinion.

He always forms an opinion.]

[he looks back at Tek... and puts the knife back down.]

...What's that look for?

I haven't decided yet.

[and then, as if it's related at all, he starts into a small story]

You know, once upon a time, I had the perfect sword. My very favorite; I've never found one that has come anywhere close since.

[but then he finally comes across one that is vaguely similar. Short and light, a nice straight blade with a good angled end for piercing. He picks it up to balance and test the weight, flipping it around in his hand a couple times as he wanders over toward Robin]

I liked it so much that I customized the pommel with a very valuable gem.

[you know. they really important one.]

Mm.

[Robin ignores the other weapons for now, focusing on Tek. he leans with one hand on the table.]

And how did that work out?

Oh, you know...

[idly flipping the sword around in his hand--going from a traditional grip for stabbing, to a reverse grip for slashing, which would actually work well for a blade like this. The length makes sense for it, as does the general lack of a large handguard to get in the way]

Someone stole it and it was a general mess.