The distraction suits Robin just fine, leaving him free to continue peeling away at the layers, wondering how long all of these have been on them, where they got them from...
And Vincent, who can't see anything, continues to stand in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He's frowning slightly, staring down at nothing along the wood of the door frame... Until he tilts his head up again, as if he'd heard a strange noise, and then turns his head to look directly at Phalanx.
Well, "look" at Phalanx. It's probably just a coincidence that he interrupted their staring.
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The distraction suits Robin just fine, leaving him free to continue peeling away at the layers, wondering how long all of these have been on them, where they got them from...
And Vincent, who can't see anything, continues to stand in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He's frowning slightly, staring down at nothing along the wood of the door frame... Until he tilts his head up again, as if he'd heard a strange noise, and then turns his head to look directly at Phalanx.
Well, "look" at Phalanx. It's probably just a coincidence that he interrupted their staring.
"Hey, what's your name?"