You're One of us Now (Robin/Lucius)

Robin felt that she was in a pickle, now. She didn't want to just straight out ask "How the hell does one live in an orphanage" but how else was she going to say it? Luci wasn't going anywhere, not really, and she was really just hoping to follow him blindly. She felt like she couldn't even take a step out of the room before knowing where she was going first. Maybe her reluctance showed on her face - she felt like it did - that wasn't a pleasant thought. How long had it been since she'd last been in a situation this awkward?

Or, you know, maybe it was just awkward for her because all of the sudden, she was dependent. Fidgeting uncomfortably for a moment, she finally glanced down at the boy with a sigh. 

'... What do I do now?'

Lucius started at Robin without saying anything. His unblinking, silvery gaze observed her stance and noted the awkward and unsure way she held herself. Could he blame her? She went from being a free bird, soaring through the sky (or rather, time and space) and finding her own grub and nesting grounds to a captive bird, staring through the bars of her cage at the outside world she roamed freely. Like a caged little bird, she was going to be told where to nest and will receive food through the hands of the owner, so to speak. How disgraceful it was for that once free bird to have seeds thrown its way when it once upon a time feasted on fresh nuts, berries, and bugs.

Reaching out, he grabbed onto Robin’s head and started to walk into the living area where all the kids were still screaming and playing around. “Whatever you want. Probably should give you a tour though. At least show you the milestones of the place.”

Robin raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. Milestones? She'd never thought of an orphanage like that, but she guessed it wouldn't be too far of a stretch. It made sense, at least to her, that there'd be milestones in a place like this. Holding Tyler's hand like a lifeline, she ventured into the room full of obnoxious children, wincing at the volume they'd made it to. It was still early in the day, how had they managed to round up so much energy? Glancing down at the only familiar face she could knew she'd find, she raised an eyebrow as if to question the nature of play time. Of course, what else was she expecting? Three year olds conducting the perfect tea ceremony, using words like exquisite and pumpernickel?

'What is it you do around here, then? I know you enough to know this can't be pleasant. What've you got to keep you busy, hm?' Her eyes wondered back to the children, watching a little girl spin in a frilly pink tutu, then a couple of boys racing miniature cars around everyone's feet. That was probably going to get annoying quickly. A thought occurred to her - were they shut inside like this all day? How dull it must be not being able to run around outside. At least out there there were things to do. She was quickly regretting her decision to stay here. Maybe it wasn't worth the free food after all.

But that wasn't her problem right now. Now, she needed to know how life was conducted around here. When the meals were, when curfew was - if there was any - where she'd be staying... That sounded like a good idea - finding out where she was going to sleep. God, sleep sounded appealing right now. No, there were more important tasks at hand. 'I'm assuming we've got beds, or cots or something. Let's start with that, I guess.' She shrugged, her attention redirected to her little friend once more, ready to follow as he guided.