[ once his hand returns back to a normal transparency level... robin pulls his hands back towards his own chest, where he rests them folded over his heart. a deal... to hold hands with the smiling, oddly charming young man? robin's curiosity has been growing ever since being accused of originally chucking a spoon that he never touched. perhaps there's something to ebalon that's oddly magnetizing that will also become clear once they touch? ]

... I'm not quite sure. I've never done it before.

[ he holds his one hand with the other, frowning slightly. ]

But if I told you why, then I might... this is supposed to be a vacation, right? No one's supposed to die on a vacation.

[ pout. ]