ׄ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ͡ ‍‍ 𝓈ong—bird !

looks, talent, strength— they had it all. if robin wasn't a fan before, she certainly is now.

which brings her back to the present, where she stumbles over her words, wings covering her eyes shyly.

"i can't believe i ran into you, i am deeply sorry!"

hollows, ethereals.. not things she'd encounter in penacony, but the basic concepts were familiar to her if applied to her own experiences.

one thing led to another, and a quick browse brought her to the famed section 6. in every corner of the web, there were people raving over them.

while it was near impossible to thank each individual for their support, she could make the effort to learn about them. after all, what is an idol without their beloved fans?

during her research, she'd come across some rather interesting information.

she does do a thorough search of local customs of the areas she tours in, as well as any other information necessary to appropriately integrate with the people.

that was the least she could do for her fans.

poised to speak, the words get caught in her throat when the realization of who stood before her finally set in.

"you're.." her lips part in shock. "asaba harumasa of section 6!"

robin isn't from around here— that much was obvious.

the sudden impact leaves her stumbling on her feet, but she fortunately manages to stabilize herself before making contact with the ground.

the singer straightens her posture, turning to the unfortunate person whom she bumped into while distracted.

rather unladylike of her, yet that was the least of her concerns. at least for now, with him having a sudden change of mind and walking off with her in tow.

and, judging by his reaction, he already had an idea of how she felt.

before having the opportunity to react, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a sudden tug to her arm. a yelp escapes from her lips, and she stumbles after him.

"huh, wait— where are we going?!"

a way without her having to struggle with a proper expression of love.

but he wouldn't care, would he? boothill was never known to follow traditions. eccentric, yet intriguing. he wasn't one to dwell over trivial matters like something being done properly.

love, if it could be called that so prematurely, was a concept that was entirely foreign to her. sure, she could sing all the love songs she wanted, but none of them truly reflected how she felt.

if only there were a way for boothill to see through her, and that bundle of emotions and feelings —

infatuation.. the sentiment made her give pause, finding it difficult to keep her eyes off of him. gradually did she come to terms with the revelation. while her infatuation may not be as.. hot-blooded as his, it was not any less genuine.

whatever it was that she wanted to say would not convey the magnitude of her feelings.

"i know what i want more than anything is to be with you. from the beginning, you've always put me and my feelings first.. and for that, i am immensely grateful."

her cheek rested against his sternum, where she took several moments to collect her thoughts in silence.

robin was most certainly one who always knew the right things to say and do, but this was one of the rare occasions where she found herself at a loss for words.

large, doe-like eyes looked up at him, framed by quivering lashes. his hands enveloped her own, and she felt warm. so warm, so /loved/. the galaxy ranger never failed to bring a smile to her face.

"i love you too, boothill," a small whisper, managed through an unsteady voice.

with every tease of his, her face reddened further. it was all in good nature, she knew, yet it flustered her all the same. that was simply boothill's nature, and she could not fault him for that. in fact, she admired him for it.

🪽. best new years present! 🥰🥰 thank you ~

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🪽. oh my god, harumasa!! 😍

🪽. it must be tiring to play on multiple accounts, no? 👀 that is, if you're consistently playing events on both.

aaa no, lighter!! you will get him!

Space Cowboy and the songbird.

"That there was a manly tear. For who knew? I was the ambulance. Sorry songbird, monkey see, monkey do, monkey made a fool out of you, well me, but that don't rhyme. I need more coaching from Rappa"

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🪽. i'm back! happy new year to everyone ~

"surprising, is it not? i was shocked, too," she admits with a bashful smile as her hand withdraws from his hair. giving the note a once-over, and then slipping it into her glove.

"i also look forward to it. you can expect a message from me in the coming days."

"i'm being serious, mister itto. completely serious."

taking a different approach, she outstretches her hand, laying it right upon his head and giving the locks a ruffle. lithe fingers move instinctively, combing through the messy strands with a gentle fondness.

by no means was she a lightweight, but a drunk robin was a bold robin, and a bold robin often left her feeling mortified the following morning.

"ah, but i won't stop you from drinking! i want to cherish our time together, because you're special to me."

for now, she'd silence those thoughts to focus on the present.

at his words, her expression contorts, mild hesitation crossing her delicate features.

"are you sure? i want to remain sober, at least for now.."

some might call it blind faith, others might question the extent of her trust.

stay with me. that was all she could come to ask for in that moment. if robin could be greedy for one moment in her life, if she could shape her own destiny— her only wish would be to see him.

"you were under no obligation to be with me after everything settled. still, you chose to continue seeking me out."

every meeting could be their last. she was well aware of that fact, that he could leave one day and never come back, but she chose to believe in him.

🪽. i most likely will be inactive today and tomorrow for new year preparations. happy new year to everyone!! ❤️