[Eventually Robin returns to the waking world, stifling a yawn behind his hand. He straightens where he's sitting, wincing a little at the stiffness in his back. Clearly, sleeping on a heap of books...or in that heap...isn't the best of plans. Not that he'd intended it, but perhaps he should be more mindful in the future.
The room is quiet enough that it takes him a delayed moment to realize he isn't by himself. When he does, he turns to see who it is. And he gets about as far as opening his mouth to greet his company when he spots his unfinished notes.
Oh dear]
Those...are fairly rough, at the moment.
[Other than his firsthand observations, at least. He might have sharp eyes but he isn't exactly sure which historical accounts he could vouch for, which is why he's grouped conflicting information together for further research]
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The room is quiet enough that it takes him a delayed moment to realize he isn't by himself. When he does, he turns to see who it is. And he gets about as far as opening his mouth to greet his company when he spots his unfinished notes.
Oh dear]
Those...are fairly rough, at the moment.
[Other than his firsthand observations, at least. He might have sharp eyes but he isn't exactly sure which historical accounts he could vouch for, which is why he's grouped conflicting information together for further research]