[ Yan Qing snorts. "For whatever reason." Like he doesn't know.
Because Yan Qing does. ]
Nah, I haven't gotten my Class changed yet. Wahahahaha! I should ask the professor about that... Just kidding. I wouldn't wanna steal your thunder.
[ Instead of elaborating, Yan Qing chooses to lie down on the rest of the bench like an asshole. According to his logic, no one else will want to sit beside two ripped hobos. It's fucking fine. ]
Well, since I'm outta smokes, I'm gonna pretend to sleep here for the next two hours. Pretend to wake me up when we get there.
as the Assassin Class lays down beside him, his head ends up close to Robin's hip. pray he doesn't have to fart.]
I'm not an alarm clock.
[the lighter is tossed at him again until it lands squarely on his chest. Robin doesn't move from his spot, however, so he's at least there as some company if nothing else while Yan Qing does his pretend snooze.
and if he does "pretend" to wake Yan Qing up it will be with a light smack to the cheek. Robin is pretty sure to outrun him if he gets pissed about it.]
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things he can't change he won't bother with, either. if at all, it's Robin's "yet" too.
along with Ritsuka's choices as a Master and how she's being held accountable for humanity's future. that's another one. it's not up to him.]
Being around you guys doesn't mean I'm a hero. If I'm sticking around, it's because Ritsuka still wants me to be her bow... for whatever reason.
Even though she has some good Archers to choose from by now, right?
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Because Yan Qing does. ]
Nah, I haven't gotten my Class changed yet. Wahahahaha! I should ask the professor about that... Just kidding. I wouldn't wanna steal your thunder.
[ Instead of elaborating, Yan Qing chooses to lie down on the rest of the bench like an asshole. According to his logic, no one else will want to sit beside two ripped hobos. It's fucking fine. ]
Well, since I'm outta smokes, I'm gonna pretend to sleep here for the next two hours. Pretend to wake me up when we get there.
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as the Assassin Class lays down beside him, his head ends up close to Robin's hip. pray he doesn't have to fart.]
I'm not an alarm clock.
[the lighter is tossed at him again until it lands squarely on his chest. Robin doesn't move from his spot, however, so he's at least there as some company if nothing else while Yan Qing does his pretend snooze.
and if he does "pretend" to wake Yan Qing up it will be with a light smack to the cheek. Robin is pretty sure to outrun him if he gets pissed about it.]