@roughlvck || plotted starter
if there was ever anyone who looked like he didn’t belong in an army recruiter’s office, it was the young man who had just crossed the threshold behind the two women of similar age. robin had let them rope him into going to a special afternoon event at the office, with active military personnel present, uniforms to try on, and even (unloaded) samples of the weapons one could come across during their time in service. it wasn’t robin’s scene at all, but as a good friend to the two girls, it didn’t take much convincing. he stuck close to his little pack, though, trailing behind the girls as they looked around full of interest.
‘oh, no, no thank you,’ he replied when one of the men in uniform offered a flyer. he took it anyway, though, colouring pink when the guy smiled brightly at him. it probably radiated off of robin that he was about as dangerous as the bird of the same name, dressed in soft pastels and light jeans, heart-shaped sunglasses tucked up into his hair. the last ones weren’t his, but they finished the look very easily. when the two girls got into a passionate chat with a woman in camo, robin took a moment to wander on his own, looking at the pictures on the wall and using the flyer in his hands to keep himself a bit occupied. this was so not his thing -- he had intense respect for those fighting to keep the country safe, but he didn’t even really want to think about the weight of a gun in his hands. ‘oh, i’m so sorry,’ robin exclaimed when he turned, bumping into a man who at least wasn’t in uniform, just in a shirt with A R M Y plastered over his chest. okay, he was instantly very much affected by the sudden meeting, clasping the flyer to his chest as the blush on his cheeks deepened. ‘i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking where i was going --’
