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[brokenbird]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 36, morning
Where: Halls
What: ART

[the bitty Robin is hanging out in some civvies for once instead of his uniform--although he still has his mask on

also he is MAKING ART]

Comments

[evenimprobable]

. . .

[brokenbird]

Hello father.

[evenimprobable]

Robin.

[brokenbird]

Yes?

[evenimprobable]

That's inaccurate, you know.

[brokenbird]

...

[scrawl

Holds it up]

[evenimprobable]

. . .

I'm this close to grounding you for slander.

[brokenbird]

You mean accuracy?

[evenimprobable]

Slander.

[brokenbird]

Its not just a river, dad.

[evenimprobable]

That's denial, not slander.

[brokenbird]

You should do something to make you less miserable.

[evenimprobable]

I'm not miserable.

[jackoclubs]

[bops him on the back of the head with a book]

[evenimprobable]

—ow. Hey!

[jackoclubs]

Oh c'mon, I didn't hit you that hard.

[evenimprobable]

Don't hit people in the head, Kuroba.

[jackoclubs]

Says the detective who uses people's faces as goals.

[evenimprobable]

Only people who deserve it.

[jackoclubs]

Oi, I resent that comment on behalf of thieves everywhere.

[evenimprobable]

Mmhmm.

[jackoclubs]

[eyeroll. and holds up the book for him to see.

. . . it's a rather thick riddle book]

[evenimprobable]

[. . . blinks at it]

Bored?

[jackoclubs]

'Course not. I have plenty to do.

[holds it out to him] Here.

[evenimprobable]

[t-takes it??]

Eh?