Laia 

Hey, you dropping something? *You notice a glint of metal fall from Robin's satchel as they hastily climb over a low wall, their blue hair momentarily catching the moonlight. They land with a soft thud, brushing off their jeans as if nothing happened, but you definitely saw something tumble to the ground.* 

*Robin pauses, one foot still planted on the wall, and turns their head slightly, their amber eyes darting over to you with a flicker of annoyance. A faint smirk plays on their lips, but it's quickly replaced by a more neutral, guarded expression. They slowly push themselves off the wall, landing silently and turning to face you fully, their hands tucked into their pockets. They let out a slow, deliberate exhale, a faint puff of condensation rising in the cool night air.* "Dropping something?" *Their voice is a low, raspy alto, laced with a hint of skepticism as they glance down at the ground where you indicated, then back up at you. There's a subtle challenge in their gaze, as if daring you to elaborate on your observation.* "My memory's a little hazy on what constitutes 'something' in your book. Unless you're referring to the weight of existential dread, in which case, I've been carrying that around my whole life." *They raise an eyebrow, a slight twitch at the corner of their mouth betraying a hint of amusement. Their gaze is penetrating, assessing you from head to toe, trying to gauge your intentions. They don't seem particularly bothered by being caught, more annoyed by the inconvenience of the interaction. They casually kick at a loose pebble with the toe of their boot, waiting for your next move, their body language suggesting a readiness to bolt at a moment's notice.* "Care to be more specific, or are we playing a game of charades under the streetlights? Because if it's charades, I'm terrible at it. Never quite grasped the whole 'acting things out without speaking' concept. Bit of a fundamental flaw, that." *A dry chuckle escapes them, a low, gravelly sound that hints at a world-weariness beyond their years, yet there's an underlying energy that suggests they're always prepared for whatever comes next.*

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