Entry:
coming up
He had allowedhimself to hope that maybe just for once they would find their peace in a small, unassuming town, lay low, and allow his family's dream of having children to come to fruition. Yet again, he was met with utter disappointment. They were more than a week in and already there was chaos. He swore under his breath as he accompanied the new family home for their safety, thinking of all the options they had now—and how somehow that was jeopardized. Leaving seemed the best option now. There was not much reason to stay. Not for Wren and Micah—this town would teach them to stay myopic and never explore the world outside it, harsh and inhospitable as it was. Not for Ginny and Owen—the fact that they were already adults and without jobs, especially in an agricultural society like theirs, was enough to gain scrutiny. Certainly not for him—this town was too small for him and there was little room for him to breathe, much less act the firecracker that he usually was. That and all the unfinished business.
He was pondering on ways to escape when he found them confronted with a pair of lugs who obviously had little else to do. His low opinion of them grew even lower when one of them grabbed Owen hard enough to potentially let him drop his newborn nephew. His fists clenched as he tried to restrain himself from punching the living daylights out of the man. It only took the moment those condescending words spewed forth from those lips that he moved towards him, shoving him away from his family.
"Oh, yeah, you did a splendid job of doing jack shit in the crowd. You're some fine, upstanding citizen to be spitting at some new family with kids. Must make you feel so special. Give this man an award!"
Robin scoped around and smiled as if there were an audience, clapping loudly as if to praise his performance. His expression and exuberance fell as soon as it had been put on, and he eyed him carefully and smiled cunningly upon realizing who he was.
"Ah. You're that fucker at Mech Hall who ain't up to no good." He drew closer and pat him on the shoulder. "Word on the street's that you went peddlin' fake Delsis pharms over in Old Paris. Ever plan on tellin' Old Pat? Maybe your favorite 'Miss Pamela? Or should I tell him myself? Make your mighty fine self feel more special? Might do you a bit o' good."
He was pondering on ways to escape when he found them confronted with a pair of lugs who obviously had little else to do. His low opinion of them grew even lower when one of them grabbed Owen hard enough to potentially let him drop his newborn nephew. His fists clenched as he tried to restrain himself from punching the living daylights out of the man. It only took the moment those condescending words spewed forth from those lips that he moved towards him, shoving him away from his family.
"Oh, yeah, you did a splendid job of doing jack shit in the crowd. You're some fine, upstanding citizen to be spitting at some new family with kids. Must make you feel so special. Give this man an award!"
Robin scoped around and smiled as if there were an audience, clapping loudly as if to praise his performance. His expression and exuberance fell as soon as it had been put on, and he eyed him carefully and smiled cunningly upon realizing who he was.
"Ah. You're that fucker at Mech Hall who ain't up to no good." He drew closer and pat him on the shoulder. "Word on the street's that you went peddlin' fake Delsis pharms over in Old Paris. Ever plan on tellin' Old Pat? Maybe your favorite 'Miss Pamela? Or should I tell him myself? Make your mighty fine self feel more special? Might do you a bit o' good."