Snippet #936307

Robin did not enjoy her calling him a 'personal puppy'. He was doing it because it was the mission, not because he wanted to. He left the stable before her, passing the keeper as he did so. He waited a couple of moments outside, assuming she was given the man care instructions for Legion.

They returned to the guild bars and, despite the dirty looks from the guild members, managed to get some food. He enjoyed the small talk with her, until she mentioned the fact that there were so many people around. "They're probably keeping an eye on us, they don't trust us to get on with things and go away. And yet strangely enough they've been the ones causing all the problems." he replied. He continued eating, uncaring of the occasional glance or comment from the various guild members present.
"Oh look our friends from before," she said, and he looked up to see the trio from earlier.
"Oh joy of joys, I love reunions."
"Hello there Scum A and Scum B," the same guy that always did the talking said. Robin didn't bother looking up. "Actually, Phantom Lord or not, you're too cute to be scum," he added.
"I seriously hope you aren't talking to me." he said just before Cyrile replied
"Oh really? Well I'm not flattered and you still are scum."
Next thing he knew she was summoning a creature of some sort, that apparently instilled enough fear into the blokes to make them back off once again. She smiled at Robin and said, "Wasn't that fun?"
"Should've let them start something, it could have been hilarious. I doubt they have any real skill whatsoever. And the problem with my control isn't when I'm fighting, it's when I'm not. Being able to blow stuff up in combat is useful, but doing the same in the middle of an already unfriendly guild? Not so useful. Still, it's got to be worth a try." he said, the last part mainly to himself. He wished that one of these goons would pick a fight, if only to have something to do. He wasn't going to start something though, the guild master had asked him not to. So instead he turned back to his meal, hungrily wolfing it down, throwing the occasional rude gesture or insult back at the groups of Solo Elites.