Accord // AU

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Because winter sucks and he gets tired of reading indoors, Robin's hiding somewhere in a nice mild-rainforest-biome section of the Conservatory. Birds, butterflies, and a book full of Brothers Grimm. He's on a bench, cigarette sticking out of his mouth, even though it's probably impossibly inappropriate to smoke in a carefully-moderated biome environment.

Whatever, he doesn't care. He'll do what he wants until someone kicks him out.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

"I'm jealous."

He thinks he fought some lions once, too, but it was not under enjoyable circumstances. They hadn't stood a chance. He might have been trying to prove a point or something. Either way, it wasn't fair to the lions, and that's no fun at all.

"So yeah, tigers are fair game. I think they've got a bear in one of the other biomes..."

[canisinferis]

"A bear?"

Oh, now he's excited. He's looking away, off through the trees, as if he might see one right there. He doesn't remember anything about bears that live in jungles, but he does have to admit that knowledge of earth animals is not where his strongest skills lie.

"I haven't seen a bear since Rome." And it's only after a minute of reminiscing over this that the rest of Robin's sentence finally registers.

"...Where?"

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Robin has no idea where or what "Rome" is, so the significance of the mention is completely lost on him. He's just busy watching the way blood seems to ooze its way out of his lovely-colored eyes.

That is, until, his reference to location is questioned and Robin has to focus again to figure out what he's talking about.

"In that..." He points vaguely to his left, unhelpfully, "...Temperate biome, I think it's called." And then, a second later, he raises an eyebrow, "You do know that we're in a building, right?"

[canisinferis]

"Wha--"

He looks up, surprised, through the leaves at what must be a combination of glass, sunlit sky, and artificial light. He knows quite well that technology is capable of many terrible and wonderful things, but this is still just plain fascinating.

"Really??"

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, maybe he's from a time before this sort of thing. Though, from what he's read, this "Hell" concept seems like it'd be pretty devoid of anything nice, possibly including buildings with controlled environments and stable wildlife populations.

Robin likes his excitement anyway. He looks up with him.

"Yep. The whole thing's a carefully monitored, self-contained little dome. Jeez, that means you can't have been here for more than... what, five minutes?"

[canisinferis]

"Is that why I can't eat the birds?"

Though, he figures that a tiger would be way off limits, in that case. They're pretty endangered, from his feeble understanding of things.

He doesn't get all the way through the thought, however, before Robin calls his attention back down from the ceiling.

"Yeah. Ten minutes, maybe. I smelled you and came over."

[birdsbirdsbirds]

"...You can't eat the birds because I said so."

He supposes that, technically, he shouldn't eat the birds because it would mess up the delicate balance of life maintained in these biomes, and the Metal Men would pitch whatever fit that they're capable of... but you're not supposed to smoke in these things either, and that hasn't stopped him at all.

"Though I'm flattered I was the first thing to catch your attention."