Robyn hummed a happy tune to herself as she swung her sword at the plastic dummy. Standing right by the large windows overlooking the ocean, the girl looked down at the dummy streaked with cuts and holes like it was a bowl of chili that steamed pepper-tinged air into her nostrils. A content grin on her face, she spun and sliced at the figure again.
After hearing the news of the Sports Festival, she had become more motivated than ever to show off what she could do in front of her classmates. The competition was quite stiff. Just from her class alone, they had some people that could prove impervious to her quirk and to her swordsmanship. Regardless, she knew that her offensive skills were much better than people gave her credit. The moment lunch had ended, she grabbed her trusted blade and rushed over to the gymnasium. Fortunately, the architects of the school ha prepared for those who had use for certain weapons and left the second floor to be used in such fashion.
Raising up her arm, the steel flashed in the ray of sun that beamed on the second floor of the glass gymnasium. The warm, sweat-soaked air made her heart palpitate faster as she attacked the gummy headless torso. She had been working on her straight slashes, and the occasional parry swung at the training dummy that made it shake on its foundation.
Pulling back a few steps, Robyn held the hilt of the sword right to the valley of her chest. Closing her eyes, she felt a familiar electricity course through her muscles. A bright circle flashed around the girl on the floor underneath. Sparking into a brilliant halo of ivory, the sparks rushed past her and brushed up her obsidian hair. Feelin the surge in energy, Robyn opened her eyes and charged right at the dummy.
She leapt upward. Springing on her tiptoes like a fired cannonball, the girl twirled around in a cyclone. Somersaulting through the air, Robyn unleashed her blade and slashed forward.
Only to hit the padded floor.
Misjudging her landing, Robyn lodged the sword into the pads. The blade etched into the ground a few feet in front of the dummy, Robyn clutched the hilt and stared down at the buried sword.
With a grunt, Robyn tugged on the handle. The sword did not budge at all.
Pull. Pull. Pull.
Robyn emitted a harsh grunt. She wiggled the blade. Kicked the side of the steel.
"Does anybody have butter?" Robyn asked behind her to some of the other students. A few of them gave odd stares before returning to their training.
Robyn lifted harder on the hilt, but the sword was not budging. Her face flushed with beads of sweat dotting her forehead, the Chinese girl wrangled the edge with the slightest wiggle being attained. She grunted out and planted her feet on both sides, arching her back and heaving upward like a sumo wrestler lifting up an opponent. Yet, the sword moved none.
"Hey, Robyn," A droll voice said.
Turning her head back, she flailed around before seeing Anton arms crossed with a quiet scowl wrinkling his face. A bag of chips tucked into his arm, his eyes wandered around the area around Robyn as the girl strained her arms to get the sword out of the floor.
"You seem glum today," Robyn said as she continued to struggle with the sword. "Is your...ugh...your little buddy making life hard?"
Anton shot an incredulous look at Robyn, examining the sight of Robyn having trouble with the weapon lodged in the ground. "That's not what I call him! And no, it's not that. It's the dumb Sports Festival."
"That's-ugh...that's a good thing. You-you can show off Pathogen to the world."
"The less people know about Pathogen, the better," Anton grimaced at the struggling girl. "Do you need help with that?"
"No, I think-" Robyn roared out. With one more upward pump, the sword stayed frozen into the matting. Robyn let go and fell over onto her back. She smacked the back of her head on the mat, looking upward at an upside-down Anton.
"I think I could use some butter."
Anton threw a bunch of chips into his mouth and munched on them. Chewing down the fried potato slices, the crunch riveted through his voice. "There's not butter in the cafeteria, though."
Robyn frowned. "What? How do you know?"
"Butter isn't allowed in school cafeterias around here. It's on a big sign in the entrance and everything."
"So, they make us eat hot dogs everyday, but we can't have some butter?" Robyn asked. With a silly shake, she shrugged and grinned at Anton. "Wanna go get butter with me?"
"Class is in an hour," Anton said.
The green boy soldiered away in an awkward stupor.
Robyn gave one last tug to the hilt, the black lacquer immovable as a marble statue. With the fluorescent lighting gleaming down on the immaculate steel, Robyn placed her hands on her hips and frowned. She kicked at the base of the sword, but the tip remained buried into the matting without any hope of movement. Looking over at the digital clock above the window overlooking the school parking lot, she only had a few minutes before the class needed to head back for lessons in the afternoon.
Baring back down on her sword, Robyn felt the name of her brother engraved in gold lettering on the side of the hilt. The cold letters stinging her small thumb, she gave off a slight smile before raising herself back up to full height. Desperate for some way to get the sword out, she walked over and grabbed her yellow backpack. Slugging it on her shoulder, she bounded down the staircase.
Shuffling the thin newspaper in her wrinkled hands, Linda grazed through the words like a hungry lion munching on a warthog carcass. Her dark blue eyes slipped through the words as she bumbled up and down in her seat. The limousine drove down the highway, zigging and zagging over the hot asphalt through the cliffs and mountainous terrain of Pasadena.
On the front of the newspaper was a picture of Edith Void.
Shaking her head, Linda threw down the paper into her lap. "How could she have gotten away? A hospital with security cameras and police! How? And why haven't you found her yet?"
Across from her, Hawks ran a hand threw his tawny hair and thumped his head on the window glass. The past few days had been filled with no sleep and much heckling from this shrill voice before him. Grey bags under his eyes, the man stared out the tinted window at the passing ruby cliffs that bounded past. Stroking the lightest stubble on his chin, he stretched back his wings behind his back.
"I've been looking for a month straight. She's gone."
Linda smacked her lips. "But no trace? No note?"
"Yeah, because a lady whose company blew up in a day and is on the run from the cops is gonna leave a note," Hawks huffed out a deep sigh. "Aren't there more constructive things we can do?"
"You know she's gonna snitch on us," Linda smacked her fists onto the boney knees of her pink pantsuit. "Right before Daedalus, right before I win the Governor's race, she's gonna come out on one of those tabloids and reveal all of this."
"Just say she's lying. No one will believe her," Hawks said. "You know, I could have spent the past month doing something actually important."
"Like what?"
"Like getting stuff in order," Hawks rolled down the window. The crisp wind funneled into the car and drafted cool autumn air that whistled through the seating area. "Getting allies on our side. This thing is gonna be tough to pull off."
"But it's for humanity," Linda pointed at Hawks. "And you'd do anything for humanity, would you?"
"Would you?" Hawks raised an eyebrow. "I've heard what you said about half of the people that live around here. You call everyone on the street disgusting slobs and pigs."
Linda stopped and rolled her eyes. "I'm not campaigning right now. I'm being honest. And Edith is going to be a loose end we can't afford. Along with Deku. Ugh, what an annoying broccoli head," she grabbed a bottle of champagne from the side cup holder and chugged down the fizzing liquid. "By the way, are you going to collect the fees today?"
Hawks stared back at Linda and puffed up the collar on his tan jacket. "I already have the list. I'll visit them today."
"Good," Linda sneered down at the wrinkled paper in her sandpaper rough hands. "Make sure its cash this time, Bird Boy. Do you know how many trips to the Post Office I had to make to cash in those money orders."
Hawks, without another word, rolled his eyes. Pushing the electric switch to open the window, the brusk air screamed into his face. He slipped out of his seat and propelled himself out the door. His graceful wings expanding like a peacocks, the Pro-Hero sailed upward and streamed into the bright sky.
In her limousine, Linda grimaced from the spurts of wind. Once it died down, she crumpled up the newspaper and threw it out the open window.
Leo had decided the threat of James trying to kill him was too great to go back to class. Knowing there were no other tests or exercises scheduled that day, he found himself bundled up in his bed. The soft violet comforter swaddling his thin frame into the queen mattress, Leo cuddled himself into the pillows and lay them over his head. Like a turtle hiding in a shell, Leo froze himself into a fluffy coffin.
Occasionally, a door would slam out in the hallway. Leo would jump like an insomniac waking up from a dream where they fell off a cliff. His limbs weak and his muscles welded onto the bed, Leo kept his eyes closed and breathed to the rhythm of the air conditioned frigid air billowing out of the humming vent in the ceiling.
His room was already cramped from the stacks of crushed boxes towering with the stability of a suspension bridge in a hurricane. Pads of bubble wrap and packaging parchment stuffed away into the corners, suitcases of unpacked clothes and toiletries were strewn over the beige carpet. Barrels of wool blankets and thin silk throws tossed into a broken mound underneath the small windowsill, the room was precarious to travel through without tripping over a lonely sock or a pack of unused pencils.
Leo instantly regretted using his quirk on James. Not even thinking that he was much less affected by it than usual, he felt no satisfaction nor happiness from punching him. He had never doing something so brash, and he was sure that the angry boy was going to blast him into the next century when he lid his multi-colored eyes on him again.
With a breathy sigh, Leo shifted himself and laid on his back. Wearing black sweatpants and a nondescript red tee shirt, Leo gazed up at the ceiling and hugged his pillow to his chest. His throat sore and his right hand still aching from the punch, the boy thought back to the past month at this school. He supposed nobody had been actively mean or bullied him. In fact, the main bully of the class seemed to have taken a liking to him.
James was very headstrong. Maybe that was the right word. Except for what he said earlier at the gym, he never insulted him. Screamed at him to run faster or lift more, sure. Insults didn't come from him like they did with some of the other students. He hardly ever said anyone else's name, and James had no qualms with forcing Leo to spend time with him.
The rest of the class had no issue with him, either. Leo squeezed the pillow into his chest tighter. He said very little to the other students. He noticed that, after the Heroes and Villains exercise, the class had been nicer to him with the occasional greeting and smile. Narrowing his eyes, he traced over the stippled lines on the white ceiling, shadows of grey being cast over the various bumps. There was an unease that weighed down his arms. An iron blanket had dragged down his heart and made his chest heavy with anxiety. He was completely trapped in the prison of his bed, and he had no energy and not even the desire to leave.
Poking his head up, he reached down into his pocket and pulled out his notebook.
Flipping through the notebook, he saw the lift of addresses. All of them in the Los Angeles area.
He turned and looked over at one of the many clocks on his desk. The digital one read that it had just turned one.
Back to the notebook, he placed a thumb over the first address. He had waited so long, he wanted to finally leave and meet him.
Throwing off the covers, Leo braced himself for the cool air that pelted his body. He shivered and slipped on his brown penny loafers that gleamed with polish underneath the bathing sunlight. He scrunched his toes and pulled over the hoodie to shelter his bedhead of hair. He shrouded on a red hoodie and zipped it all the way up to his thin neck. His bangs covering his eyes, Leo hunched his shoulders and strode with purpose towards the door.
Out into the hallway, Leo hung his head down and tried to avoid any attention. It was still the school day, so he doubted any students would be around. Regardless, he slid his boney shoulders over the painted beige sheetrock of the hallway towards the doorway that would lead to the staircase. In the main common area, Leo poked his head around the corner. Two abandoned game controllers connected with black wire that gleamed like dark licorice sprawled on the carpet flooring.
Leo stepped over the wires. Feeling his desire enhance with every step, he willed himself over the tossed wrappers of candy bars and chips towards the exit.
With a grunt, the boy pushed his way through the double doors into the main atrium of the dormitories. A few third year students shaved a stare at him off their walk towards the elevator as he trounced through the spacious hall. Holding the notebook to his chest, Leo ignored them and slid through the glass doors into the warm early autumn breeze of the seaside outdoors.
He squinted his eyes from the assault of the white light from above. He breathed out a quick grunt while crawling like a spider over the concrete walkway. Before reaching the entrance to the school, Leo pivoted and turned to walk around the perimeter of the main building.
Behind him, Robyn exited through the double doors. Piercing her eyes around the corner, she saw the exit towards the parking lot through the mob of students crossing the courtyard area outside the main building. Ignoring the school bell marking the next period, Robyn skittered down the pathway around the shaded part of the building. Squeaking out a quick apology while slipping through the river of students washing past her, she bumped shoulders with a few older students before turning towards the main staircase leading down towards the parking lot.
Seeing the red Metro Bus chugging towards the bus stop, Robyn rushed down the steps. Her balance tedious, she flailed out her arms while her shoes tapped like an expert dancer down the marble stairs. Huffing out quick breaths, she kept her head tilted downward, her shoes pattering right below her eyes.
Without looking up, Robyn gasped out when she saw another pair of feet pop into view. Instinctively, she twisted herself and wrapped her arms around to execute a tight spiral. On the flat of the staircase midway down, she peeked up and saw a few well-built men in black suits surrounding some old lady in high heels and a pink pantsuit.
"Excuse me," Robyn said. She passed right by them without another glance towards the bus.
One of the security guards turned back to the woman in the center of the semi-circle around her. "Are you okay, Lieutenant Governor?"
Linda rolled her eyes. "Stupid teenagers. Let's get this shit over with."
Drake was a little concerned about his room as he filed up the staircase with the wide stream of reporters.
When this high profile politician finally arrived, she cackled like a choking walrus and threw her arms open to all the students as if she had hoped for a hug from all of them. They sat glued to their seats as throngs of cameramen and pimple-faced journalists scribed every precious word from the lady onto their notepads. Drake was also unsure why they would take notes considering everything was being recorded for the cameras.
After Deku shook her hand, a cacophony of camera shutters fired off like an assault rifle through the room. A few of the students looked on with curious attention. The rest of them recognized the cynical stunt and stared on unimpressed.
Deku himself gave off an uncomfortable smile as she escorted the Lieutenant Governor by his side through the dormitories. The whole affair had been dumped onto his lap by Principal Tommy, and he had not seen the weird Principal. He was only told to "entertain" the lady, and he still was unsure what that meant. In japan, entertain had other meanings.
Lagging behind the rest of the class, Drake pushed his way through the door into the main common area for the boy's side of the dormitories. The other reporters snapped pictures from the edges of the walls as the class met with their teacher around the center of the room. A few of them held out microphones and boom poles hanging over Linda and Deku like hangmen about to chop off a prisoner's head. To Deku, it might as well have been that way.
"So, I see you kids love video games," Linda laughed in her annoying cackle. She pointed at the game system with the abandoned controllers by Drake's feet. "That is so fantastic. What do you all play?"
"Lotsa zombie games," Abel chimed in from besides Austin. Adjusting his thin-rimmed transition glasses, he stepped forward towards Linda.
"Oh, Zombie Games," Linda said. "I used to play those all the time on my game system."
"Really?" Abel raised an eyebrow. "So you played like on an Atari or something?"
Linda laughed. She waddled over towards her Abel, her hips shaking and feet trembling within the tight confines of her stiletto heels. "I'm not that old. You know, you kids are just so cute, aren't you?" She grabbed Abel's cheeks and tugged at them.
"Wish I could say the same about you," Synaes muttered under her breath in the corner. Megan nudged her with an elbow.
Linda, deciding not to focus on video games anymore, let go of Abel's cheek and gestured at the press pool around her. "How about we check out some of these new student's rooms?"
As she croaked again, Abel rubbed off the germs from Linda's stubby fingers. The musk of cheap perfume and wet paper stuck to his sinuses as he shivered from the remnants of Linda's cajoling. Austin gave him a sad pat on the shoulder while Abel began to hack from the cloud of stench that eroded at his face.
Heading towards the first room right by the common area, Deku clapped his hands together. "Whose room is this?"
"It's mine," James grumbled. He stalked over towards his room and pulled out his key.
"You are so lucky," Linda looked down at the raven-haired hot head. "You get to be right by the main area where you can all work together."
"No," James slid his key into the lock. "I get to be by the exit so I don't have to see these manatees so much."
Deku patted James on the head. "James is a very competitive kid. But very studious."
James froze and seethed through his teeth from the condescending touch. Regardless, he grunted out and flung his door open.
Inside the room, James strode to the center. Peeking in, Deku noticed that the entire room was wall-to-wall with gym equipment. A pull-up bar hung by the windowsill. Metal dumbbells sat in racks that towered up towards the ceiling of various sizes. Three bench presses planted flat by the standard bookcase that was in every room. However, even the bookcase was dotted with resistance bands and lead bars for lifting. On the top of the shelves were rows of CD cases whose paper covers were crinkled with use. The bed undone with the covers thrown to the side, the desk chair was broken into splintered pieces of plywood with the debris sprinkled around the base of the desk.
"This is certainly a unique room," Linda came in and pretended to be happy at the sight. "You like to stay healthy."
"It's hard with all of the hot dogs in the cafeteria," James growled. "You'd think we could afford a piece of lettuce or something."
"Really," Linda turned to Deku. "How healthy is the food here?"
Deku chattered his teeth and pulled at his collar. "Most of the food is! Hot dogs are just a very popular thing around here."
"Interesting," Linda headed for the bookcase. "I think we'll have to look into the nutrition here. What is this?"
Linda pointed up at the top shelf of movies. James sucked up a quick gasp and rushed over to the bookcase. He put his body in front of Linda and threw his hands up.
"They're nothing!" James said. "Just movies!"
"That's so nice," Linda said. "Any from California?"
"No, there's none from here," James shouted. "They're just movies and that's all that needs to be said about it!"
By the door, Blake had climbed onto Austin's shoulder and peered his head over the tall kid's shoulder. "What is he so defensive about?"
Katsu shrugged next to the boy. "Probably porn. Who knows."
The next room was Drake's. When Linda opened the door, she coughed out as the heat rays ignited and assaulted her plastic face. The makeup around her eyes began to melt down her face. Even Deku held up his hands to stop the blistering flume of heat from singing his eyes. A fireball of orange and red sizzled through the doorway, and the entire group of reporters and the class sheilded themselves from the blinding lights.
"What is this?" Linda shouted. "I'm melting!"
"My apologies. Forgot to turn them off," Drake strolled past them and aimed himself at the space heaters and air moisturizers in the room. Feeling almost none of the heat, he switched off the different machines.
Once the last one was switched off, the sweltering room was still imprisoned by heat. Drake paid no mind to this and sat himself on his bed. It was stacked an extra five feet high with thick comforters and red duvet covers. The broad velvet curtains and scarlet trim of the different cupboards and boxes that were placed around the room like the rocks of Stonehenge around his bed. Laid about in between the bed and the wardrobes were open chess boards with its pieces in different positions.
One of the wardrobes open, Drake slipped on a bronze ski jacket and zipped it up around his body. His eyes pierced at Linda as she had to unbutton the top part of her pantsuit.
"Isn't it a tad warm for all of this," Linda wiped away a bead of sweat from her brow.
"My quirk makes me resistant to heat," Drake said. He swaddled himself in the comforter and poked his head out from the cocoon he created.
Linda, carving a fake smirk onto her face, bumped her foot into a golden chest at the base of his bed. "Oh, and what is this?" She said as she reached down for the lid.
Suddenly, the spindly end of a tail came out of nowhere and slapped it's red lattice onto the top of the chest. Linda's hands snatched back and she cried out at the surprise. Looking back up, Drake swished his tail with a dangerous lilt that hugged at the golden lid.
"Nothing," Drake said.
Linda took a second to compose herself and laughed off the exchange. She stepped back to the door frame and clapped Deku on the shoulder. "My, Mister Deku. You have some secretive students," she turned to the Pro-Hero. Her beady blue eyes, however, narrowed with a vengeful crinkle that promised some form of retribution for how she was being embarrassed while trying to appeal to the youth.
Deku sighed to himself. This tour was going to be longer than he thought.
On the bus, Robyn looked down at her phone. She had texted both James and Anton to update her on anything in the class she missed out on while on her errand for butter. Neither of them were sending anything back. Her phone screen only showing a picture of herself she took in front of a paralyzed Midnight, she smiled back at the memory of her first big interaction with the class.
Rolling down the freeway, Robyn pulled up the map on her phone and saw the next few stops for grocery stores. Seated next to a large, balding businessman in a suit and some weird tweaking man with shaggy hair that kept twitching his head, she hummed to herself and swung her legs over the lip of the hard red seating. She pulled up the camera on her phone and adjusted her hair. The bang around her left eye eternally hanging over it, she pulled her chin up and tried to get a good angle for a selfie.
"Hey, lady," the businessman next to her droned out. "Is The Pier your stop?"
Robyn set her phone on her lap. "No, I'm going a little further."
"You're one of those students at that new school?" The man asked.
"I am, in fact," Robyn sat up straight and tilted up her face in confidence. "I'm actually supposed to be there now, but my sword got stuck in the floorboards, so I'm getting butter to slide it out."
The man stared at her with a deadpan look. "You kids have swords nowadays? Your generation is gonna be crazy with all this quirk stuff."
"Well, you're generation wasn't any better," Robyn teased. "You guys gave us 'Disco Duck' and the Cold War."
"Hey, I hated disco as much as anyone else, lady," The man looked down at his watch. The bus began to slow to a halt right in front of the pier. With a hydraulic hiss, the bus lurched forward and then froze from the brakes.
The businessman grabbed his rolled-up newspaper and tucked it under his armpit. Lifting his rotund body upward, he stroked his handlebar moustache and pulled forward the brown blazer of his suit. He wheezed his way off the bus, Robyn staring at the man as he exited.
Once the large person stepped off the bus, she saw a smaller young boy with a hoodie pulled over his head. With chestnut bed-hair and his shoulders nipped like a turtle, she leaned forward and craned her neck to get a better glimpse.
"Leo?"
The boy gasped out from the attention and looked over to the voice. Robyn, in her chirpy demeanor, locked eyes with the boy and smiled.
"Leo," Robyn waved at him. "It's me! Robyn?"
Leo continued to stare, his words dying in his parched mouth.
"Uh...sword girl? One of the people that knows about Moxie's crystal? The one always around the green kid and the screaming kid? The Chinese one-."
"I know who you are," Leo stammered out. "Uh...hey. How's it going?"
Robyn got up and tumbled down the three steps to the lower part of the bus. She twirled herself around the pole by Leo's leg and flung herself onto the seat next to her. Leo tensed up like the backboard of a basketball hoop. He kept his eyes focused on the empty seat in front of him as Robyn leaned towards him just a tad too close. The bus doors next to him closed and the vehicle began to shake forward down the slow moving highway.
"You never struck me as a guy who skipped school," Robyn nudged him in the side.
Leo yelped and hugged his elbows closer to his body. A blush blooming over his pale face, he retreated his hands into his hoodie's pouch at his midsection. His hands fumbled around the notepad placed within its confines, his fingers drying from the thin paper.
"I...I decided to go for an errand today," he said in his shaking British accent. "Something I've wanted to do for a while."
"I'm going to get some butter," Robyn shared.
Leo turned and gave Robyn a strange stare. The girl returned it with a chuckle.
"It's for my sword."
More staring.
"Right," Leo repeated slowly. "For your sword."
Robyn nodded with her blue eyes lighting up. "But maybe I could help you with whatever your doing. I mean, I don't have my sword anymore. But if you need to stab somebody for whatever reason, I have a mechanical pencil. If you stab hard enough, it's basically a sword."
Leo shook his head. "No, that's okay. You enjoy getting your butter."
"Aww," Robyn sat back and crossed her arms. "But playing hooky is no fun by yourself, Leo."
"I'm not playing hooky," Leo said. "I'm on an important errand."
"For who? For you?"
Leo paused and blinked down at the pocket in his hoodie. With a sparing glance, he reached down and pulled up the notebook into his lap. Flicking open to the first page, he examined the set of addresses around the area. With the smallest of smiles, he placed his thumb on them and pulled the digit over the paper.
"I'm just looking for something," Leo said. "And I'm hoping to get it today."
"Is it life-threatening?"
Leo gasped out and slammed the ntoebook shut. "No! Nothing like that?"
"A...girl?" Robyn winked at Leo.
Leo shivered and pulled his face away with his hand on his cheek. "Nothing like that!"
"You met someone online, didn't you?" Robyn asked. She sat up in her seat and leaned over towards Leo again. "And you're going to meet her! Oh, but you have to be careful! You can get catfished. In fact, now I have to go with you!"
"Wh-what?" Leo asked louder than necessary.
Robyn waved her finger in the air like a responsible adult. "Please, Leo. It's my duty as a fellow member of your class to make sure you don't die on your quest for love. Besides, it could be some creepy guy who sits at home in a basement doing nothing but reading fanfiction. Those people need to be thrown in jail."
"But it's not-."
Before he could utter otherwise, Robyn nudged at Leo's side again. "I can get my butter on the way. Just lead us to the target of your heart, Leo! If anything goes wrong, I can use my pencil, and you can use your wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey stuff to stop him!"
Leo, realizing that he could not shake this girl with a simple rejection, calmed his heart and placed his hands on his knees. Sure, he did not need to be alone to solve his goal, but he had always imagined himself alone while doing it. Then again, maybe that was the problem. Whatever issue he faced, he always viewed himself as alone while solving it. he supposed he had not had a real conversation and real social interaction with anybody in quite a while. Maybe this girl could help him out in that capacity.
Plus, he was not confident he could fight off any of those weird catfish people. Perhaps this girl could be of some physical assistance.
"Just please don't touch me so much," Leo said. "And if it gets dark, we leave."
Of course, Robyn immediately broke the first rule by nudging Leo in the gut with her elbow, a teasing grin on her face.
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