Fawn

[goodfellow]

Robin had had one more drink after Fin left, before going back to sleep. Well, first he'd wanked off. You know. To help him sleep.

The next morning he got up, showered, drank two cups of coffee in his underwear, and then gotten dressed in one of his favorite suits. He stopped by the canteen first, and then went to the quarters that he knew were shared by Fin and Fawn.

He knocked and waited, holding a box of sweet honey glazed rolls.

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[goodfellow]

"Oh, um." Robin looked embarrassed. "You'll listen to me then?"

[fawnthefae]

"I guess. ...Yeah. Probably," Fawn nodded.

Though given that he barely listened to his own brother, chances were he'd do as he pleased.

[goodfellow]

"And I will speak to John," Robin said. Somewhat reluctantly.

[fawnthefae]

"If he shouts at you, kick his shin. The left one. That's what I do," Fawn said.

[goodfellow]

Robin patted Fawn's cheek. "You shouldn't let him shout at you, darling," he said. "All right, I'm going to go. Enjoy the buns."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn nodded a little and waved goodbye, eager to eat buns and not think about such difficult things.