[charming. Robin somehow manages to push those two flimsy plastic cups of water at Irahl without spilling either of them, mere seconds before slithering off of his stool and wobbling--] Whoa, hello-- [back against the counter. he pushes off, finds his balance, and smacks Irahl on the back.]
Drink both of those. I'm going next door, meet me outside.
[he reaches into his pocket, slaps down the appropriate money, and saunters languidly off towards the door.]
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Drink both of those. I'm going next door, meet me outside.
[he reaches into his pocket, slaps down the appropriate money, and saunters languidly off towards the door.]