Snippet #2760024

“Amend? And lower my expectations of what seems to be a challenge compared to you?” Sera states as the dessert cart rolls up.”

The faintest crack of a wineglass was barely audible in Robin’s hand. ”Calm yourself.... it doesn’t bother me, it doesn’t bother me.”

“And furthermore, I was merely noting to my sister what one of us seem to be doing right despite coming from less then decent backgrounds.” Sera iterates further. “In addition to being from what one might consider barbaric-“

At this moment, what was possibly her piece of lemon meringue was suddenly now splattered on her face, followed by angered steps out the doors of the dining hall, with Robin’s seat empty. Sera noting what had finally happened seemed to hold a very restrained angry sigh in her chest before letting it out. “It would seem, I rest my case.” She said through clenched teeth, containing what seems to be angered rage as pie pieces seem to slide off her hair.

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The doors to the Personal wing of Robin flew open as he stormed down the hallway. “I had just about enough pressure as I can take from those people! I know I screwed up by tossing the pie lowering Kezia’s impressions of me but...” he groans out a yell in his ranting as he entered his bedchambers, pulling off his dinner tunic and staring at himself in a mirror.

He stared for the longest time at his battlescarred body. “How can I be like them, if they keep putting me down or look at me the way they do?” He asks himself. “I’ll apologize later sure but still... Uncle might say, to give advice on this situation ‘Now Robin, it’s better to roll with the punches’. Some punch...”

He then walked backwards and slumped onto his chair. “What am I going to do with myself?”