It’s Complicated
It’s still late by anyone’s standards but the strange clock with the display of red numbers that at least tell him what time it is. Three o’clock in the morning and he is wide awake trying to make sense of everything that has happened since he popped up on the beach to liberate two women of their jewelry hoping to turn a quick profit in town to at least pay for a few drinks, a meal and lodging for the evening.
Robin huffs a breath as he sits up on the bed and swings his legs off the side till his bare feet grasp at the carpet. A hell of an adventure had unfolded that has lead him to this place, this Storybrooke Maine, and quite a lot more confusion given what happened in the center of town. While he wasn’t being hunted down for being the most notorious thief in the realm this place seemed to pose its own dangers and given that his doppelganger had died here he’s already on alert.
Unable to settle his thoughts enough to sleep he makes his way out of the room he was given and into the hallway. He finds it odd that such a large home is empty save for Regina who is just down the hall and wonders what the story is. Not wanting to wake her he makes his way downstairs on silent feet wearing naught but a loaned pair of comfortable pants with some silly string that when tugged tightens the waistband. It’s not half bad as far as pants go. It even has pockets!
He looks through the lower rooms trying to get a feel for the house and all of the odd things about and finds his way into the kitchen. There are a few things that he hasn’t seen before but soon he’s opening a door that has ice inside which is interesting. The much bigger door below has all sorts of beverages and food stuffs. With arched brows he pulls out some juice and shuts the door. Cabinet after cabinet he opens and can’t find a glass so he shrugs a shoulder and drinks straight from the container while continuing to search through the cabinets till he gets to the long cabinet on the far side and roots through it finding a container of cookies.
Bare feet ferry him into what must be the living room where he sits down on the couch balancing his container of juice upon one thigh and dips his hand into the now opened container to pull out a cookie. It tastes heavenly. It’s nothing like the hard cookies that he has nicked off bakers stalls in his realm and before he knows it he’s on at least the fifth before he’s wondering what the large screen is in front of him. Cookie is washed down with some juice as he picks up a strange looking device with countless buttons and presses the one colored button at the top corner. The screen comes to life scaring the hell out of him. A cookie met an unfortunate end as it was hurled at the screen reflexively but after a few steadying breaths he peers down at the device and pushes the up arrow and watches the image change to something else.
Within ten minutes Robin of Locksley is enjoying his snack binge while watching something called Magnum PI and is very invested in what’s happening to the characters while quietly commenting about poorly executed plans and pathetic break ins.
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