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@wesley-robinhood
You're welcome to join us.
It’s not going to be big— I think Granny just wants to announce that her granddaughter is a kept woman now. A few drinks at the Rabbit Hole, nothing exciting.
That depends, can I bring my crossbow, Red?
So did you--Roland, wait!
Sorry about that, he's pretty curious about everything.
Happy (early) Valentine’s Day, my lovely Oncers!
Don't feel much like celebrating.
Looks like my lack of holiday spirit just saved the day.
Well, it's not really a holiday in my mind but I almost feel obligated to do something about it.
What does one get their sort-of-wife for Valentine's Day?
Yeah, weird. Not like they’re being advertised in literally every store in town.
I purposely block out an assault on my eyes that involve various shades of red and pink, Jefferson.
What does one get their sort-of-wife for Valentine's Day?
You can get her chocolate and flowers.
What do you mean sort-of-wife? Are you engaged? You should take her out to eat.
Duly noted, thanks, Henry.
Eh, no. Not like that. She's technically my wife but sometimes grown ups go through things, like a curse being inflicted upon them that forces them to lose their memories and well, yeah. Actually...I wonder if I should take her out for dinner. Hmm.
What does one get their sort-of-wife for Valentine's Day?
Flowers?
Flowers, damn. Why didn't I think of that.
Don't feel much like celebrating.
Is it really appropriate to be asking your ex what to get for your wife for Valentine’s day in any case?
...Fair enough...
Don't feel much like celebrating.
Seriously, Wendy? The one time I go to you for gift help.
What does one get their sort-of-wife for Valentine's Day?
A card? Candy? Gods, this is so difficult.
Man, I'd give anything for another wraith.
I have things to take care of. Important things. So, excuse me.
Of course, nice chat.
Man, I'd give anything for another wraith.
Sure thing. Is there something you needed?
Aside from me overhearing your comment that this town could use another wraith, which--how about no.
Man, I'd give anything for another wraith.
Robin. Wesley. Wesley/Robin.
Yes, I'm aware of my previous identity was called. But I prefer to be called Robin, thank you.
Man, I'd give anything for another wraith.
I have my reasons, Wesley.
Robin.
Little Help Here?
Closing up his office for the evening, Robin had merely meant to walk home and maybe go to the range for some late night practice by the moon when he saw her. Rushing over while keeping a safe distance between them, he calls out, "Marian!" His eyes glanced over her, taking in any injuries inflicted before focusing completely on the man holding her hostage. "Are you alright?" he asks her calmly as his eyes never left his face, though his heart was beating a mile a minute and his fingers itched to reach for the bow slung over his shoulder. "Has he hurt you?"
Man, I'd give anything for another wraith.
....And why is that?
