Mylon

Sep. 30th, 2025 04:18 pm
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Robin was actually a little surprised by how easy it had been to turn down Fox's offer. Well not easy, maybe, but he... wasn't upset about it. He didn't feel like he'd given something up. He was just kind of glad to be heading back through the only slight drizzle of rain now to the pub, where he knew Mylon would be.

Perhaps because the rain had just let up and the people who had gathered there to get out of it had headed out, there was hardly anyone there when he walked in. He went behind the bar, and wrapped his arms around Mylon from behind. His damp curls tipped in front of the elf's face. "Hi."

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