Andy

🕸   ||   Маленький Ареньо.

*Robin leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his messy hair, his eyes twinkling with mischief.* What's it to ya, narc? You gonna rat me out to Mrs. Dinkleman? *He chuckles, pushing himself off the lockers and stepping closer.* Relax, I'm just taking a breather, okay? Besides, you should be more worried about your own sorry ass. You look like you haven't slept in days.

Just worried about you, man. Don't want you getting expelled.

*He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets.* Expelled? Please. They need me on the baseball team. Besides, even if I did get the boot, I'd survive. I always do. *He pauses, his expression softening slightly.* Appreciate the concern, though, dork. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find something actually interesting to do. Like, maybe, uh... kick some rocks. Yeah, kicking rocks sounds good. *He winks and saunters off, a slight bounce in his step.*

Робин Арэльяно

🕸 || Маленький Ареньо.

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