((As of a couple a days ago, he does!! M. Merry Crisis, Robin. Bold of you to assume his race (no) Woah girl those red flags....also good luck analyzing his face for tells. He's. Not the most expressive of individuals.))
There's a significant pause as Robin gives her next instructions. "Understood," he replies. He...did not suspect her of lying. Why did she go to ensure him of her honesty? The Robin that Sunday described seemed to be the type that had no need for lies...in fact, she seems much more distrusting than the general impression he was given. Perhaps Federico misunderstood the descriptors. He tends to do that.
And...the death. "I apologize. Death is something I work closely with on a regular basis. I understand some have sensitivity toward such a topic." My guy. Very few people actually enjoy considering the death of a loved one. The venom in her words seems to sail right over his head, bless his heart.
The pain increases in volume as she draws closer. He stands steady, still.
"I have known your brother approximately..." he pauses, as if calculating, processing data... "24 days, 9 hours, 53 minutes and 23 seconds, give or take some fluctuations in-" He stiffens when she gets even closer, so close he can faintly smell the blood from her wounds. His head pounds viciously, and he swallows down a wince. He can't seem to look away from the eyes on her wings, something uneasy running down his spine. The pain and static and something press in on his mind, making him want to reach for his own firearm.
This is Sunday's sister. He should not hurt her. But there's an aura she's giving off that presses in on him, screaming threat, and it's like his words are dragged out of him.
"You have not seen me because you have just arrived here, Signora. I met him soon after his arrival. A day after mine." A deep breath, his eyes transfixed by the ones on her wings. Why do the colors seem oddly familiar..."Sunday has been here much longer than you have. This place..." He cannot hide the wince as a particularly vicious stab of pain pulses through his mind. "It is. A different world from yours. Time moves differently between them. I lack the sufficient data to fully describe the specific dependencies, but there have been many cases of such on this landship."
His jaw works for a moment, as if, for once, considering how best to say this. "I do not lie, Signora." Which is something liars can easily say. But it's all he has. "I assure you that your brother's safety is of extreme important to the missio- to. To me." He's a bit startled at the truth yanked out of him. Still, he is deeply sincere. "I am not a threat to Sunday."
I'm gonna assume some things about what Robin is doing here, ehe
There's a significant pause as Robin gives her next instructions. "Understood," he replies. He...did not suspect her of lying. Why did she go to ensure him of her honesty? The Robin that Sunday described seemed to be the type that had no need for lies...in fact, she seems much more distrusting than the general impression he was given. Perhaps Federico misunderstood the descriptors. He tends to do that.
And...the death. "I apologize. Death is something I work closely with on a regular basis. I understand some have sensitivity toward such a topic." My guy. Very few people actually enjoy considering the death of a loved one. The venom in her words seems to sail right over his head, bless his heart.
The pain increases in volume as she draws closer. He stands steady, still.
"I have known your brother approximately..." he pauses, as if calculating, processing data... "24 days, 9 hours, 53 minutes and 23 seconds, give or take some fluctuations in-" He stiffens when she gets even closer, so close he can faintly smell the blood from her wounds. His head pounds viciously, and he swallows down a wince. He can't seem to look away from the eyes on her wings, something uneasy running down his spine. The pain and static and something press in on his mind, making him want to reach for his own firearm.
This is Sunday's sister. He should not hurt her. But there's an aura she's giving off that presses in on him, screaming threat, and it's like his words are dragged out of him.
"You have not seen me because you have just arrived here, Signora. I met him soon after his arrival. A day after mine." A deep breath, his eyes transfixed by the ones on her wings. Why do the colors seem oddly familiar..."Sunday has been here much longer than you have. This place..." He cannot hide the wince as a particularly vicious stab of pain pulses through his mind. "It is. A different world from yours. Time moves differently between them. I lack the sufficient data to fully describe the specific dependencies, but there have been many cases of such on this landship."
His jaw works for a moment, as if, for once, considering how best to say this. "I do not lie, Signora." Which is something liars can easily say. But it's all he has. "I assure you that your brother's safety is of extreme important to the missio- to. To me." He's a bit startled at the truth yanked out of him. Still, he is deeply sincere. "I am not a threat to Sunday."