Irahl's skepticism does get Robin to second-guess his plan. He's been patching together a scheme (around everything else) for the last hour, but he hadn't quite remembered that Irahl has a very particular set of skills that aren't really focused around talking or lying.
He'll leave the cover story alone for now, addressing the second concern first.
"The equipment's not bad, I can dig up some licenses and have them doctored in a few days. You just need some papers to show the Priesthood in case they decide to get nosy."
"Nah, Irahl's right," Vincent pipes up, "Too complicated."
"Okay," Robin frowns, his eyes darting back up towards Vincent, "Then what's simpler?"
It's a good question. Vincent wanders out of the kitchen, still holding his container of food. As he passes Robin, he pats him once on the arm. Maybe he was just reaching over to check where he was so that he didn't bump into him. Maybe it was for another reason--but it has the effect of pulling Robin's attention, which simultaneously pulls him away from an irritation he'd been sinking into.
Robin watches quietly as Vincent plops down on the left side of the couch, putting himself between the two of them. He turns to make it clear he's addressing Irahl.
"So... I know shit's crazy, an' you just got here. So you don't gotta decide nothin' right away." Vincent also holds out the container of food to Irahl, which is filled about a third of the way with breaded pieces of fish. Hopefully Irahl remembers that he's under no obligation to take any. "But my brother's in town. Maybe you should meet him. He's a big Capitol guy, an' he'd be... He'd get your situation, I think. Might be able to set you up so you don't gotta lie about nothin', technically."
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He'll leave the cover story alone for now, addressing the second concern first.
"The equipment's not bad, I can dig up some licenses and have them doctored in a few days. You just need some papers to show the Priesthood in case they decide to get nosy."
"Nah, Irahl's right," Vincent pipes up, "Too complicated."
"Okay," Robin frowns, his eyes darting back up towards Vincent, "Then what's simpler?"
It's a good question. Vincent wanders out of the kitchen, still holding his container of food. As he passes Robin, he pats him once on the arm. Maybe he was just reaching over to check where he was so that he didn't bump into him. Maybe it was for another reason--but it has the effect of pulling Robin's attention, which simultaneously pulls him away from an irritation he'd been sinking into.
Robin watches quietly as Vincent plops down on the left side of the couch, putting himself between the two of them. He turns to make it clear he's addressing Irahl.
"So... I know shit's crazy, an' you just got here. So you don't gotta decide nothin' right away." Vincent also holds out the container of food to Irahl, which is filled about a third of the way with breaded pieces of fish. Hopefully Irahl remembers that he's under no obligation to take any. "But my brother's in town. Maybe you should meet him. He's a big Capitol guy, an' he'd be... He'd get your situation, I think. Might be able to set you up so you don't gotta lie about nothin', technically."