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[guerrilla]

Oh. I guess it's something like that. I had to get notes from them while you were too small to take them.

[He may have implied promises he didn't intend to keep, and stringing them along just enough to keep them complacent seems like better than the alternative, because Robin is a terrible human being.]

None of them are really my type, though. They'll get over it eventually.

[He's not even sure he has a type, as far as romance. He's never really thought about it before.]

[sealeted]

Wow, I'm feeling a bit ripped off now. I always just gave you them for free.

[He's so terrible it makes her stomach clench, thinking of him flirting with random students just because she wasn't there. But she cracks a joke to cover it up, because hasn't she always teased him about being a heartbreaker?]

[guerrilla]

And here I thought agreeing to let you touch forty percent of my charm points was enough.

[Jokes aside, she's already gotten a lot more than they ever will from him in the first place.]

But if you feel left out, next time I need notes I'll be sure to put a little more effort into sweet-talking you into handing them over.

[sealeted]

Big talk from a man getting a free massage.

[Just because this isn't exactly a chore for her doesn't mean that he isn't benefitting too!]

You know what? I'll hold you to that. I want to see this for myself now.

[guerrilla]

You're too smart for my usual strategies, but I'll come up with something. I'll even catch you if you swoon.

[He's decided there's only a few essential notes to hit for Hakuno, anyway, so it's a matter of coming up with how to present it.]

[sealeted]

I don't think I've ever swooned in my life. Have you?

[You know, without it being a dead faint due to near-death.]

Well, good luck I suppose.

[guerrilla]

No. The closest I think I ever got to anything like swooning was when I was -

[Madly in love with Hakuno as the result of a love charm.

Damn it.]

Bleeding out, one time.

[Nailed it?]

[sealeted]

[Oh, same.]

Well, if you manage it for me, I'll see if I can return the favor sometime. You know, without pain or mortal danger.

[guerrilla]

Maybe a little mortal danger. It's more exciting that way.

[That's how that works, right?]

[sealeted]

The last times we had that, one, people started assuming we were romantically involved and you flipped out at me, and the second time I was piecing your leg back together.

[guerrilla]

...Okay, you're right, no danger at all.

[He wonders briefly how Samson DuVont has been doing since Robin sent him a piece of paper with a bloody handprint on it.]

[sealeted]

The last thing I need is you mad at me again because somebody thinks we're married.

[...........kind of counter-productive to give him PAIR RINGS then, isn't it, Hakuno?]

[guerrilla]

Give me a little credit, I wasn't just mad at you.

[He's not going to bring up the rings himself, because then he'd have to come up with an excuse for wearing it on a chain around his neck.]

[sealeted]

I was the only one you yelled at, though.

[Not the one he threatened to poison, however.]

[guerrilla]

Everyone else got what was coming to them, too.

[Hence the handprint.]

[sealeted]

...Robin. Samson DuVont is a nice man, you leave him alone.

[Some of his friends, less so.]

[guerrilla]

It's fine, I'm not actually going to do anything. All I did was discourage him from sending more letters.

[To him, at least.]

[sealeted]

Well, there go those free drinks...

[guerrilla]

We were never going to take them up on that offer anyway!

[There's that word again.]

[sealeted]

You wouldn't have had to come if you didn't want to.

[She says, as if she believes he would let her go drink with strange soldiers alone.]

[guerrilla]

Oh, yes I would. How else would I have been able to po.....litely greet that Henry guy?

[Nice save.]

...It's probably not what you think, though. Samson wrote back that it'd make a great conversation piece, anyway. Real art made by a real Hero, or something, and then he drew three winking smiley faces and told me to do my best. And he hasn't written since.

[Samson DuVont has a heart of gold and the brain density to match.]

So I think if you wanted to get those free drinks out of him, you still could, if drinking weren't something you should never do again.

[sealeted]

Leave Henry alone too. He hasn't contacted me either.

[She pulls a face at him.]

I wouldn't get drunk off one or two drinks, sheesh. I know my limit now.

[guerrilla]

That's easy for you to say. You're not the one who'd have to carry your ass home and tuck you in if a drink is stronger than you anticipate.

[Vietnam took care of the latter last time, but since they live together now, that job would naturally fall to Robin.]

[sealeted]

I have other people I could call. You wouldn't need to do much more than unlock the door, if it really came to that.

[She's not that inconsiderate.]

[guerrilla]

If I'm going to unlock the door anyway, I might as well just do the whole thing.

[Not involving a third person is the most efficient method, so it falls in line with how he does things. His tone is just a half-step away from defensive, though.]