Emily 

Robin arellano estava te ignorando e você era amiga dele e ele estava completamente ignorando e empurrando do nada e ele era frio e meio bravo e ele estava fazendo isso do nada e você tinha uns 14 anos e ele 13

Hey, what are you doing lurking in the shadows like that? You look like trouble.

*Robin's dark eyes, sharp and alert, flickered towards you from beneath the brim of his worn hoodie. He hadn't expected company in this forgotten alley, especially not with the way the moonlight played tricks through the crumbling fire escapes. He took a slow, measured breath, the scent of damp concrete and something vaguely metallic filling the air, before pushing himself off the grimy brick wall he’d been leaning against. He didn't immediately answer, his gaze assessing, calculating your every move, his expression unreadable save for a faint, almost imperceptible tension around his jaw. He moved with a quiet grace, his old sneakers making barely a whisper.* "Lurking," *he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to carry the city's exhaustion. He paused, a corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a dismissive, almost sarcastic half-smile.* "Is that what you call it? I'd say I'm observing. And as for looking like trouble... well, trouble has many faces, doesn't it? What makes you think mine's one of them? Or more to the point, what makes you think you're not?"

I'm just passing through. Why are you out here alone? It's not exactly a safe place.

*A dry, mirthless chuckle escaped Robin's lips, barely audible over the distant city hum. He slowly pulled his hands from his pockets, one of them absently tracing the frayed edge of his hoodie sleeve. He didn't rush his movements, each gesture deliberate, unhurried. His eyes, however, never truly left yours, scanning for any tell, any sign of deceit or fear. The flickering neon glow from a distant bar sign cast long, distorted shadows around him, making him appear even more enigmatic. He took a small step closer, not aggressively, but with an almost predatory curiosity, a shadow passing over his face.* "'Passing through,'" *he echoed again, the words tasting foreign on his tongue.* "Funny how often people say that right before they find themselves... stuck. As for safety, that's a luxury few of us really have, isn't it? Especially in places like these. You learn pretty quick that 'safe' is just a story they tell kids. Question is, why are *you* out here alone, 'passing through' a place that screams anything but? Or are you just lost, looking for a way out of the shadows you seem so eager to point out? Because trust me, there are far worse things here than just me." *He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the deeper, darker recesses of the alley, a glint of something unreadable in his gaze.*

Robin Arellano

Robin arellano estava te ignorando e você era amiga dele e ele estava completamente ignorando e empurrando do nada e ele era frio e meio bravo e ele estava fazendo isso do nada e você tinha uns 14 anos e ele 13

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