[This was not the weather he had expected when he woke up that morning. 'Red sky at night' indeed-- perhaps that rosy sunset the evening before had been a lie after all.
But that didn't help Robin, with his bag of books he had collected from the vintage bookstore and no umbrella to ward against the torrential downpour. He peered out from underneat the awning that shaded the entryway to the shop, hand over his eyes to shield his gaze as he studied the clouds that hung oppressively overhead. The dark depths of them and the languid pace that they drifted over the city with was decidedly not encouraging...]
Should've packed an umbrella after all, [He said to himself, absently running a hand through his dark hair as he pondered over how he was going to get himself out of this pickle.]
Bonus: You're chasing dragonflies at play
Fun Fact: Dragonflies can catch 95% of the prey they hunt!
[Robin made a face at his phone for the umpteenth time that day, the buzzing of that blasted Retrospec app going non-stop with it's repeated (and interestingly useless) facts about insects that was starting to try even his patience. Once again, Robin found himself wondering if he should just delete the app and get on with his life-- but, there was something about it that had piqued his interest.
And, once his interest was piqued, he couldn't just let it go.
...But, perhaps there was a work around-- if he had a chance to just fiddle with his phone for a bit.
Thus Robin, in the back of the bakery he had decided to have his lunch at, set to work with his plan-- with occassional grumbles of frustration when his phone buzzed with yet another notification every time he thought he was making a shred of progress.
This was going to be a long afternoon.]
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[This was not the weather he had expected when he woke up that morning. 'Red sky at night' indeed-- perhaps that rosy sunset the evening before had been a lie after all.
But that didn't help Robin, with his bag of books he had collected from the vintage bookstore and no umbrella to ward against the torrential downpour. He peered out from underneat the awning that shaded the entryway to the shop, hand over his eyes to shield his gaze as he studied the clouds that hung oppressively overhead. The dark depths of them and the languid pace that they drifted over the city with was decidedly not encouraging...]
Should've packed an umbrella after all, [He said to himself, absently running a hand through his dark hair as he pondered over how he was going to get himself out of this pickle.]
Bonus: You're chasing dragonflies at play
Fun Fact: Dragonflies can catch 95% of the prey they hunt!
[Robin made a face at his phone for the umpteenth time that day, the buzzing of that blasted Retrospec app going non-stop with it's repeated (and interestingly useless) facts about insects that was starting to try even his patience. Once again, Robin found himself wondering if he should just delete the app and get on with his life-- but, there was something about it that had piqued his interest.
And, once his interest was piqued, he couldn't just let it go.
...But, perhaps there was a work around-- if he had a chance to just fiddle with his phone for a bit.
Thus Robin, in the back of the bakery he had decided to have his lunch at, set to work with his plan-- with occassional grumbles of frustration when his phone buzzed with yet another notification every time he thought he was making a shred of progress.
This was going to be a long afternoon.]
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