Robin doesn't want to take Phalanx's pins away--he learned that lesson earlier this morning. He continues to poke them into their pocket until all of them are lined up neatly, and even manages to spot a stray poking out of the blanket (which he, of course, catches and puts next to the others).
After this, he runs his thumb over their wrist where the pins had been sticking out. He doesn't know if he can really... remove their wrap at this point, not without some scissors and a lot more effort than he can be bothered with, but he may be able to feel a couple of pinpoints of blood, maybe a small twinge of pain here and there, to be able to tell where they're injured.
Vincent, finally, wanders out of the bedroom, yawning like a bear.
"Good morning, sunshine," Robin says to him. Vincent flips him off without a second thought and shuffles towards the kitchen.
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Robin doesn't want to take Phalanx's pins away--he learned that lesson earlier this morning. He continues to poke them into their pocket until all of them are lined up neatly, and even manages to spot a stray poking out of the blanket (which he, of course, catches and puts next to the others).
After this, he runs his thumb over their wrist where the pins had been sticking out. He doesn't know if he can really... remove their wrap at this point, not without some scissors and a lot more effort than he can be bothered with, but he may be able to feel a couple of pinpoints of blood, maybe a small twinge of pain here and there, to be able to tell where they're injured.
Vincent, finally, wanders out of the bedroom, yawning like a bear.
"Good morning, sunshine," Robin says to him. Vincent flips him off without a second thought and shuffles towards the kitchen.