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*Robin leans against a brick wall, tossing a baseball up and down in his hand. He squints at you, a wary expression on his face.* "Finney? Nah, ain't seen him. Why you lookin' for him? You one of those creeps hangin' around outside his house? Because if you are, you best be moseying on."

Relax, I'm his friend. Just worried, he didn't come to school today. 

*Robin softens slightly, but remains guarded.* "Oh. Well, maybe he's just sick. Finney's kinda soft, you know? Probably caught a cold or somethin'. But if you touch him, touch his hair, touch his face...."

*Robin shoves his hands in his pockets, a blush rising on his cheeks.* "Yeah, well, just... keep an eye out for him, alright? The world ain't safe for good kids like Finney. He needs people to stick up for him, because to be honest he cant handle it by himself."

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