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Date: 2013-12-29 04:05 am (UTC)
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Robin gapes a little, but only a little. It's more that it's unexpected than that it's unimaginable. He's seen and heard a lot of weird shit in his very long life. He keeps his ear to the ground just enough to know that the owner of the new cafe is about his own age in appearance, a man, and Japanese. A cafe doesn't directly compete with a bar, so Robin truthfully hadn't been assed to learn more immediately.

He regrets it a little now.

"Doesn't sound like a human to me," he says without judgment, only curiosity. Whoever or whatever he is, Robin has no reason to dislike the idea of him, except in that Robin's own closest memory to a situation like this had been with Wahanket. Who'd tried to kill Robin, in the end.

Ungrateful, dried-up old priest.

"I don't think you're stupid," Robin says thinly. Certainly, Nuriko is smarter than Caliban, and Flay, and the old Boggle in the park. "But I do think you're right in coming to me for this. You can trust me," Robin says earnestly, "To extract you from anything sticky that might become of the situation, if that's what happens. Moreover, I'm a little curious, now. I don't know much about the business of spirits. You may have noticed, I'm very much a material man. But I've been around the block."
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