#robinoflocksizzle

[anempathsbecoming]

"My family's fought for England since the crusades. I think it'd be a cardinal sin for me not to. Don't make it any easier though, and I don't plan on making it a hobby," Robin assured him before taking a long sip of his latte. He breathed a sigh, then glanced out the window.

"No it doesn’t. especially when you realize sometimes you feel good about it, which makes you feel bad and wonder.", he smiles at him and scratches his head. "Listen, uh; if I say anything too weird just tell me. I’m not exactly a normal guy. L-like I have legitimate diagnosis."

[anempathsbecoming]

"No murder, promise!" he chuckled, holding his palms up in surrender. He was a thief, a solder, not a murderer. Robin wasn't sure if he'd be capable of taking a life outside of battle, even Gisborne's. "Serial killers? Sounds rough. You must... see a lot of shit," Robin muttered before taking a bite of his muffin.

"That I do, m-much more than I’ve liked to have seen.", the empath sighs and takes a bite of his scone. "I’ve gotten too close for comfort more then I’d like to have mention of.  Hence me mostly teaching now, blood in photo’s is a lot easier to look at then a crime scene that stick’s of it so much it suffocates you."

"So you’ve just murdered for your country, not for fun.", again he laughs at his sick little joke, downing a bit of the scalding coffee. His shaking has subsided a bit.

[anempathsbecoming]

The young man hesitated. He was a wanted criminal, in Britain at least. He wasn't sure if the FBI had caught on to him yet. Going to a coffee shop might be a risky move, but his heart cried out to help Will. "Sure. Lead on, friend," Robin said as he flipped his hood back up.

"I know what you’re thinking. And no, I’m not telling anyone I saw you here. I may be an ex cop, but I’m not an asshole.", he pauses and scratches his head. "Well, I am an asshole, but not that kind of asshole."

When they’re walking he takes a few aspirin, giving himself a squeeze as he walked them over to a small european style coffee house. It’s quaint and mostly full of professors doing work/ attempting to get laid and a few radical hipster type students. There’s also one goth kid in the corner but he’s always there so no one really talked about him.

Anyways, Will orders himself a simple machiatto and a scone. “Order whatever you like, it’s on me. So, um; what’s a guy from across the pond doing around here?”

[anempathsbecoming]

Robin paused when Will called him out, then nodded once. He felt like he could trust Will somehow. "Yeah. Hiding," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he pursed his lips. "Call me Robin. Robin Locksley."

The older man’s lips twitch up inn a micro smile, before his features become stark and in his usual pleasant grimace. “Nice to meet you, Robin. SInce you’ve dropped from your perch, d’ya wanna accompany me for coffee? I’m still panicking a bit and I don't trust myself to go in there alone without being creepy.” 

[anempathsbecoming]

Robin didnt seem bothered by Will's tone in the slightest. "Yeah. I like the higher vantage point," he answered, glancing up as he flashed a wide grin. /And so I can hide if the police show up.../ he thought. "What's your name?"

William smiles back, still shaking a bit as he sip’s at his water, taking out a small handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow. (A gift from Hannibal. It even has his initials in embroidered in it. “So you’ll know it’s yours.”) “Will Graham. And I’m guessing you’re hiding too? I used to get in a lot of trouble back in the day and would hide in weeping willows. Heh. Could I ask yours?”

[anempathsbecoming]

Robin frowned as he pulled down his hood. "Sorry, " he said with a shrug, then furrowed his brows. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I've been watching you from that tree for a while. What those guys did to you was definitely not ok..." he explained, hoping Will didn't think he was some kind of creep.

"…I can take care of myself. H-however the sentiment is appreciated.", his voice is bitter and annoyed; but his smile is genuine. "I-uh. So you like to climb tree’s?"

[anempathsbecoming]

He drops down from the tree he was perched in, a look of concern etched all over his face. "Hey, buddy. You don't look so good..."

Will jumps up, as he was sitting under the tree in the fetal position. Some asshole from forensics decided to show him a partially gnawed on ear and he’d panicked.  ”I-uh. No I’m not exactly peachy. And the jumping out of nowhere didn’t exactly help kid.”

[sirgizzyborne]

: You're hot ß: I have a crush on you Ω: I hate you.

“What…”