Robin

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Like last year it was on 4/20.

So not earlier every year but... def earlier this year. 😭

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//At least it's not Christmas stuff in September.

But Easter is April 5th this year, so a month and a half of prep time isn't toooo bad.

It wouldn't be the first time she wore a western getup... however, the one she wore in the past was far less... "scandalous", to say the least.

"Is that so...? Then perhaps we should go clothes shopping together, then? It'd give us an opportunity to spend time with one another, after all."

"Is that so...?"

Robin taps her chin in thought, musing it over.

"If that is the case... Then... Perhaps we should buy matching booty shorts together since you appear to enjoy wearing them yourself?"

Not the typical first matching couple's attire, of course.

"I see..."

Was he spreading his arms wide for a hug or to emphasize his point? She wasn't sure, but... his answer only led to more questions.

"And... Is such a holiday often represented by that kind of attire? I didn't know that particular music genre associated with booty shorts."

"I see..."

She's merely tilting her head, observing his pose. As long as he's enjoying himself. . .

"... And what is this important day you are representing, dear honey badger?"

"... Is there any particular inspiration for this fashion choice today?"

But what if she wants to hear him sing?

-- then... could you destroy it for me please? If you don't plan on keeping it? I... don't know if I like the thought of such a... interesting figure being around."

She forces a smile, hoping to successfully call Boothill on his bluff.

She wasn't sure whether or not to believe him... the situation overall seemed so absurd, after all...

And looking at it definitely left her feeling some way, trying to stifle a grimace as she gazed down at it.

"... I see..."
She begins, pondering how to best approach it.

"If that is the case, --

-- as she thought it over more.

Was there even a right way to approach such a bizarre thing...?

"... Boothill... Honeybadger..."

She begins, trying to be as calm about it as possible despite the abomination he's holding.

"... What is that? And why do you have it?"

"..."
Seeing it... she was at a complete loss for words, left standing there in stunned silence. She knew it was suspicious, that it'd probably be scandalous... but THIS?

How could anyone be prepared for whatever this was.

She began to open her mouth to speak, but halted her movements --

"..."
He may request she not look at him like that...
But that doesn't mean she'll comply. Even her wings are drooped as she stares up at him with a frown.

"... Then why won't you show me what's in your other hand if you really are innocent...? Do you not trust me...?"

"... I see."

She won't press it, at least not directly.

"... I'll trust that you're being truthful about it and wouldn't be mean enough to lie to me, then?"

"... Dare I ask what that is?"

She's smiling but... it's a rather tight, forced smile after seeing such an abomination that he dared to wield.

. . .

Surely she has...
.
.
.
She honestly can't remember the last time she was on one, now that she thinks about it...
Should she go get her paper boy hat and jacket just in case?

You think she could decline such an offer? Absolutely not!

Any opportunity to spend some quality time with him is one she'd gladly take, after all.

...
She just hopes it doesn't involve taking shots again - she still remembers how the burn of the alcohol felt before.

#HSRRP #HonkaiStarRailRP #HoyoverseRP #MVRP

Ohh? Squeaky joints were an issue before...?

...
And perhaps-
Old habits die hard, after all... and actually relaxing still feels almost foreign to her.

ESPECIALLY with all that has happened in Penacony lately.

Oh? Good. She'd be heartbroken to find out he's neglecting himself...

If only she knew-

She's getting by. It definitely feels like something to adapt to still...

And there's the dear old "Pompom". Has he been well? Taking care of himself?

Boothill!!

"Consider the following..."
She began, stepping and leaning forward just so as her gaze was locked onto him, a playful little grin tugging at her features.

"Maybe I just want to hear you ask for it, dear Honey Badger~"

"You know, exposure to human saliva can kill a bird, right?"

She's simply playing dumb, just wanting to hear him say it.

She didn't mean for it to work out that way...!