[ of course, robin is as compliant as he has to be; discovering that he couldn't immediately wander about and meander as his legs chose not to be cooperative if he wasn't going to the deck meant the pink haired boy had to play along. not that there isn't a reason not to? yeah, he's mostly unfazed by it--- perhaps with the distinct and fleeting thought that if some kind of unseen force wanted to kill everyone, it probably would've by now! now that's optimism!

as he stands there with the lei being placed around his neck, robin's smile is as genuine as it comes. it's a cruise, right? on a big ol' ship??? how fun! he's only heard about them, never been a part of one, and a vacation is sort of what he needs. being a busy student and performer means very little time in between.

turning to one side, robin beams at whoever is fortunate to have such a positive presence next to them, his life jacket underneath one of his arms. ]

Isn't this exciting?

[ after demonstrating that he could put that jacket on? he's free! free to immediately head in the direction of food. he's pretty darn hungry, and there's only one thing that can solve the current, unsettled feeling in his chest. something that he's been craving ever since waking up:

pannycakes.

a nice, big stack of them! dripping with syrup, the most picturesque pat of butter on top. he's already diving into them without hesitation. it's only when he realizes he's forgotten a napkin to wipe his face that he looks around and quietly whispers to himself: ]

I forgot a napkin.

[ that one slowly floats in his direction and promptly lands on his head. ]

... I could use a wet one, too.

[ because you know, syrup is sticky and it's inevitable that his hands will get dirty. thankfully, a small packet labeled 'wet nap' is placed on top of the dry napkin. ]

Ooh... nice.

[ said to no one in particular, but he assumes that he just missed them as he pulls both off his head and places the one napkin his lap. a perfect gentleman. or something. ]

[ what has been bothering robin is that his phone won't let him send messages to anyone he knows: ange. eve. guil. even pannya (does a panda-cat actually have a phone, this is a mystery but he tries anyway). putting in their names does absolutely nothing and is... pretty concerning. he can't even access his social media feeds! there's only one app and it's seemingly worthless.

but what's worse is when he's headed toward the pool, where he does want to swim a little and try to stave off the growing ennui from being on a ship for too long without being able to contact familiar faces? passing by a bucket with a mop inside of it, robin thinks nothing of it--- someone clearly is doing some cleaning and that's not really a concern. if anything, he doesn't want to slip and look like a fool.

the problem is when he tries to pass it and is immediately blocked off as the mop raises up and floats horizontally. ]

Eh? [ blink, blink. ] Is this a magic trick?

[ that question is answered as it viciously swings and robin is barely in time to raise his arms in order to block what would be a brain rattling strike to his head. with a pained cry, he stumbles backwards to dodge the next one--- the bucket joining in to try to trip him up with the sound of plastic scraping against the deck's floor the only indicator of how quick it happens to be.

help. ]

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