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a/n: here's a cute-ish one.
Attempt #3-
Robin sat staring at her computer screen; casually scrolling through files and other random info about a case they were currently working on.
Amon sat staring at Robin, but she didn't notice. He watched her from an awkward angle, out of the corner of his eye. That way no one else would notice either.
She sighed and rested her head in her palm, obviously bored.
Her bangs covered most of her face from his view and he found that to be most irritating.
Come to think of it, she always kept her hair pulled up in that strange hairstyle and yet, her hair was always in her face.
Robin squinted against the glare of the monitor. She rubbed one eye absentmindedly.
Why did they always keep the conference room so dark?
It didn't really matter; she was really paying attention to the facts on the computer before her. She had searched through them twice already and had found nothing of significance. She was waiting for her "partner" to acknowledge her. But he still hadn't. He had to know she was still sitting in there with him. Waiting for his instruction, his conversation, his anything.
But all he gave her was attitude, and a bored stare.
Robin thought by coming here she could complete her mission and hopefully find a friend in her partner, but alas she had yet to do either. And she feared that the latter would never be accomplished. Amon barely acknowledged that she was alive, let alone that she was his partner.
She sighed again, and clicked around the screen. 'I should have just left like everyone else after the meeting. But noooo-'
Amon watched as more sun kissed locks fell in front of her face but she seemed oblivious.
'That's probably not helping her eyesight any either, having her hair in her face all the time,' he pondered resting his head in his own hand without realizing it.
Robin stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye and saw that he was duplicating her movements but she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not because it was too BLOODY DARK IN THERE.
"Amon..." she began and his head snapped up to look at her. "Um...Is there anything you need me to do right now? I've been going over thi--"
Abruptly Amon stood, and stopped Robin's thought process dead.
He headed over to her side of the table with a determined stride and even stranger expression on his face.
"Actually Robin there is something you could do for me." He said rather darkly. Panic started to flutter in her gut at the thought of what his next sentence would be.
"Yes, Amon?"
Her saying his name always cut through him and he forgot for only a brief moment what he was going to say, but when he looked at her small face staring up at him he remembered.
"Oh yes," he said softly. Gently he reached out and brushed her bangs out of her eyes and looked down at her with a strange expression. "Keep your hair out of your face, it's annoying."
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[giggles] sorry i thought this was cute. hehe.
a/n: here's a cute-ish one.
Attempt #3-
Robin sat staring at her computer screen; casually scrolling through files and other random info about a case they were currently working on.
Amon sat staring at Robin, but she didn't notice. He watched her from an awkward angle, out of the corner of his eye. That way no one else would notice either.
She sighed and rested her head in her palm, obviously bored.
Her bangs covered most of her face from his view and he found that to be most irritating.
Come to think of it, she always kept her hair pulled up in that strange hairstyle and yet, her hair was always in her face.
Robin squinted against the glare of the monitor. She rubbed one eye absentmindedly.
Why did they always keep the conference room so dark?
It didn't really matter; she was really paying attention to the facts on the computer before her. She had searched through them twice already and had found nothing of significance. She was waiting for her "partner" to acknowledge her. But he still hadn't. He had to know she was still sitting in there with him. Waiting for his instruction, his conversation, his anything.
But all he gave her was attitude, and a bored stare.
Robin thought by coming here she could complete her mission and hopefully find a friend in her partner, but alas she had yet to do either. And she feared that the latter would never be accomplished. Amon barely acknowledged that she was alive, let alone that she was his partner.
She sighed again, and clicked around the screen. 'I should have just left like everyone else after the meeting. But noooo-'
Amon watched as more sun kissed locks fell in front of her face but she seemed oblivious.
'That's probably not helping her eyesight any either, having her hair in her face all the time,' he pondered resting his head in his own hand without realizing it.
Robin stole a glance at him from the corner of her eye and saw that he was duplicating her movements but she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not because it was too BLOODY DARK IN THERE.
"Amon..." she began and his head snapped up to look at her. "Um...Is there anything you need me to do right now? I've been going over thi--"
Abruptly Amon stood, and stopped Robin's thought process dead.
He headed over to her side of the table with a determined stride and even stranger expression on his face.
"Actually Robin there is something you could do for me." He said rather darkly. Panic started to flutter in her gut at the thought of what his next sentence would be.
"Yes, Amon?"
Her saying his name always cut through him and he forgot for only a brief moment what he was going to say, but when he looked at her small face staring up at him he remembered.
"Oh yes," he said softly. Gently he reached out and brushed her bangs out of her eyes and looked down at her with a strange expression. "Keep your hair out of your face, it's annoying."
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[giggles] sorry i thought this was cute. hehe.