[Robin makes a little noise of acknowledgement, barely a hum--hard to hear above the rest of the chatter around them. he doesn't really want to go home either. he likes it up here, where he can pretend to be charming and liked. he enjoys not thinking about all the politics down below, the orders he'll get next. and he likes letting Irahl be out for a while, because he knows how much every inch of the cramped, dingy underground bothers him.
but he doesn't really want to stay, either. he was having fun, but he's kind of... done, now. maybe he's out of practice, but he just feels like... going home. he wishes he had someone to take with him, but work is work.
he's just got Irahl, and he's... well... Robin sighs, eventually.]
That we do. Have one more drink, then we'll go.
[he'll work on getting the bartender's attention again--securing them a couple of waters.]
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but he doesn't really want to stay, either. he was having fun, but he's kind of... done, now. maybe he's out of practice, but he just feels like... going home. he wishes he had someone to take with him, but work is work.
he's just got Irahl, and he's... well... Robin sighs, eventually.]
That we do. Have one more drink, then we'll go.
[he'll work on getting the bartender's attention again--securing them a couple of waters.]