robin has never been one for violence. even with the call to eliminate those who might be the most troublesome of the unaffiliated hunters acting as a way to self-promote, there are some things that he couldn't do. that he won't do. not that he won't get his hands dirty if need be, but his feelings come first. that is the one thing that hasn't changed: to stay true to himself. to not lose who he is. granted it's become harder to do around... ah, certain individuals, but! robin laffite is still robin laffite.
it's the scent of blood that catches his attention. down to this alley, a space in between territories that he would normally run through as quickly as possible. he feels safer in sutoku when outside of his own. enma? they're okay too. but it's the shuten that he fears the most; they could easily catch this rabbit by his scruff and wave him around like a squeaky toy.
and a familiar voice rings out from it. ]
Ah! Sorry, sorry. [ robin holds his hands up in front of himself. palms open. no apparent weapons. ] Shou, is that you?
[ as he gets closer, it's only then he spots the bodies. his smile melts away into surprise. not shock. not horror. ]
Oh. [ a weak laugh. ] You weren't kidding about what you do, huh?
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robin has never been one for violence. even with the call to eliminate those who might be the most troublesome of the unaffiliated hunters acting as a way to self-promote, there are some things that he couldn't do. that he won't do. not that he won't get his hands dirty if need be, but his feelings come first. that is the one thing that hasn't changed: to stay true to himself. to not lose who he is. granted it's become harder to do around... ah, certain individuals, but! robin laffite is still robin laffite.
it's the scent of blood that catches his attention. down to this alley, a space in between territories that he would normally run through as quickly as possible. he feels safer in sutoku when outside of his own. enma? they're okay too. but it's the shuten that he fears the most; they could easily catch this rabbit by his scruff and wave him around like a squeaky toy.
and a familiar voice rings out from it. ]
Ah! Sorry, sorry. [ robin holds his hands up in front of himself. palms open. no apparent weapons. ] Shou, is that you?
[ as he gets closer, it's only then he spots the bodies. his smile melts away into surprise. not shock. not horror. ]
Oh. [ a weak laugh. ] You weren't kidding about what you do, huh?
[ not that he thought shou was joking around. ]
Are you hurt? Do you... um, do they need help...?