[he's... a little impressed. Irahl didn't drop his bottles or anything. he was a little concerned that he might have to dive in for an assist--but there he goes, wobbling back and heading in a straight line like nothing even happened.
so Robin catches up and takes the lead again, tucking his own bottles more securely, cutting them around a corner.]
...You like boys?
[this must be the pesky, irritating stage of Robin's night.]
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[he's... a little impressed. Irahl didn't drop his bottles or anything. he was a little concerned that he might have to dive in for an assist--but there he goes, wobbling back and heading in a straight line like nothing even happened.
so Robin catches up and takes the lead again, tucking his own bottles more securely, cutting them around a corner.]
...You like boys?
[this must be the pesky, irritating stage of Robin's night.]