[Fortunately, or perhaps not for Squalo, Robin does keep an actual roster on his person. Just in case. So only the latest in his notes will be lost to him.
The yelling certainly jolts Robin awake, jerking up abruptly to rub at his eyes and smudge half-dried ink against the heel of one hand. Did he doze off again while working...? It would appear so, if the rumpled paper where his face once was serves as any indication.
He looks over one shoulder and then the other, as though he expects hellfire and brimstone to be raining down upon them. Squalo sounds quite agitated, so he would have expected something to have gone terribly horribly wrong.
But it's just him, his books, and his notes...
So having concluded that nothing has exploded into utter mayhem during his lapse in conscious awareness, he looks up at Squalo]
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The yelling certainly jolts Robin awake, jerking up abruptly to rub at his eyes and smudge half-dried ink against the heel of one hand. Did he doze off again while working...? It would appear so, if the rumpled paper where his face once was serves as any indication.
He looks over one shoulder and then the other, as though he expects hellfire and brimstone to be raining down upon them. Squalo sounds quite agitated, so he would have expected something to have gone terribly horribly wrong.
But it's just him, his books, and his notes...
So having concluded that nothing has exploded into utter mayhem during his lapse in conscious awareness, he looks up at Squalo]
What seems to be the trouble?