[Eventually Robin stirs, if only because a pile of books can only be so comfortable for so long. And thus he sits up stiffly, covering a yawn with his hand as he marvels at just how sore he managed to make his back in such a short period of time.
Really, one would think he was older than he actually is...
Not that he recalls his exact age but unlike the swords with whom he works, Robin's appearance should say something about how old he is.
It's in this state of half-awareness that he hears Morgan laugh and turns around, attention landing almost immediately on those notes]
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Really, one would think he was older than he actually is...
Not that he recalls his exact age but unlike the swords with whom he works, Robin's appearance should say something about how old he is.
It's in this state of half-awareness that he hears Morgan laugh and turns around, attention landing almost immediately on those notes]
Those...aren't quite finished.
[To say the least]