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Who: Robin
Broadcast: Audio, accidentally open to the whole fleet.
Action: If applicable!
When: Middle of the day this week.

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[it kind of seems like Robin didn't mean for this message to be public, what with the way his voice suddenly cuts in mid-word and keeps going as if he was already talking to someone. quietly.]

--utes late, since I'm staying with this family... They're nice, but the old lady always accosts me when I try to leave. She's convinced I've never eaten in my life. She's, I don't know, four feet tall? Talks with this weird accent? Her daughter says it's because she's from a northern island, but I think she's just fucking with me--

[and here he is cut off by the sudden cackling of a much older woman. her voice gets louder and she presumably invades his personal space. she does have a weird accident. she might be making it up.]

Bird boy! Are you talking to your friend? Tell them they do not feed you enough! [another hearty cackle.] You're so tall and thin that the wind will pick you right up, whip you around like a kite!

I'm-- [awkward.] I'm probably going to be fine, ma'am...

No, no. You are too skinny! And too pale.

[there's a sudden "ggkk--" from Robin, but nothing else.]

You look like fish belly. Sick child. Go sit in the sun instead of staying inside another day, like real bird!

[Robin may or may not quietly mumble something about that just being "what he looks like" before the message (thankfully) ends. how awkward. still, nothing says you can't leave a message in response...]

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Well that's cuter than I'd ever want.

[It doesn't sound like a good thing from her tone.]

Toph Beifong. When's dinner?

Hey, now. [he laughs.] Six o' clock. There's kelp that tastes like bacon.

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Works for me. Tell me where you're being kept prisoner, and I'll be there.

Do you know where the market is on the main island? It's, like, two blocks away from there. Big house with all the flags on it.

Right or left of the market? [Bug house should be good enough.]

Uh... Left, if you're coming up from the beach.

[it's a really nice house, actually. which he assumes she will see when she gets there...]

[Yeah well your mom was a vulture.]

Okay, see you soon. [Ha...]

[The line's closed, and he'll have to wait now.]

[so he waits for his date! he only half-expects her to actually show up, but he sticks around the house anyway, hanging around the front door and looking for someone vaguely crass to show up. he really should have asked what she looks like...]

[It's okay, Robin. She wouldn't be able to answer that anyway!

Soon enough, a short girl is coming up to the house. She's dressed in greens and yellows, and she's barefoot. When Toph reaches the front door, she faces... his general direction.]

You're tall enough to be the one she was talking about. Hey.

[he straightens up when he hears her voice, because this is definitely the person he was talking to...]

Huh. You, on the other hand... Look like you're twelve.

[please tell him you're not twelve.]

I'm fifteen, thank you, and I have no idea what I look like. Don't be a jerk. [She waves a hand in front of her face.] Now where's dinner? I'm starving.

[Toph shoves right on by him and steps into the house.]

Oh.

[he sounds surprised, of course... but he lets her shove past and follows pretty fast, surprise shifting right into familiarity.]

To the left, through the doorway, and down the stairs. You get around just fine?

It's a dirt floor. I'm good.

[And she follows his directions to a T. It's quick enough, and when Toph's three steps from the botton, she jumps to land just fine. To show she can.]

What're we having?

[it's good to know! he's met a lot of people with varying degrees of blindness, so if she can get along fine without him? he's not even going to give it a second thought.]

A healthy course of embarrassment, I'm sure. Side order of nagging about how I don't go outside en--

[oh. there's the boisterous noise.]

Birdy boy! Did you finally bring friends over?

[she bursts into the kitchen--short, stocky, actually about five feet tall rather than the previously implied four-foot-nothing. these guys aren't shy, so she marches right on up to Toph.]

Is she your girlfriend? [CACKLING.] She look very young!

[It's okay, neither is Toph. She marches forward to meet her, a grin in place.] And you sound very old! Are you gonna feed us or what? I came all the way down here to have dinner with that guy-- [She points in Robin's... general direction] so I'm hungry!

[AH, Toph gets slapped on the shoulder.]

You very funny! He picked a good one.

[Robin meanwhile, crosses his arms...]

Of course I did. You're like two turtledoves already.

[--but he gets hit too, smacked on the elbow.]

Stop talking. Dinner's on the balcony.

[She takes it like a champ, looking pretty proud of herself.]

Yeah, stop talking! Time for dinner. [Toph follows the old lady, cackling to herself.]

...Yes, dear...

[ugh. why did he think this was a good idea? oh well. DINNER IS OUT ON THE BALCONY, and for all of Robin's complaints, he'll at least admit that the old lady is a great cook. all kinds of stuff is out there--fish, greens, tropical fruits, and lots of things that smell like rice or meat or kale but turn out to be made out of algae. the rest of the family's milling around and they seem to just be taking things as they want it.]

Come on, Schmookums. [Said with a totally straight face.

Toph walks to the balcony and stands by the beginning of the table, waiting for Robin.]

You're going to prepare me a plate, right? [Since she's blind.]

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