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</div></div>Robin’s eyes darted rapidly, almost nervously around the halls of Beacon as he avoided eye contact with an exceptionally angry-looking wolf-faunus.  To his dismay, there appeared to be far more faunus at Beacon than he’d originally anticipated.  Robin pulled at his reading glasses nervously, resisting the urge to change seats and move himself further away from the wolf faunus and his current companion.<br/><br/>It wasn’t a hatred of faunus that motivated such a response; at worst, Robin distrusted the species as a whole.  His response was instead closely linked to his family—once the faunus students realized<i>exactly</i>who his father was, what he made for Atlas, they would despise him for it.  Robin could understand mistrust and dislike, although the broken ribs received on his first year at Signal were a bit excessive.<br/><br/><i>Robin Fredricks.  My name is Robin Fredricks.</i>It was a mantra he oft repeated, the name he would give out on a day-to-day basis, to those whom he considered acquaintances or casual friends.  The fewer people who knew his true name, the better.<br/><br/>Perhaps he could introduce himself to some humans, then?  He spotted a red-haired girl chatting excitedly to a demure girl with violet hair, yet they were far away from his current position, and it would be quite improper to speak to them just for the sake of introducing himself, for the sake of avoiding his faunus classmates.<br/><br/>Not to mention, it would be weird to insert himself into their conversation without proper introductions.  Or stare at the two for much longer.<br/><br/>So, Robin decided to wait, to sate his boredom by people-watching or taking a quick nap.  It wasn’t like he had much else to do while the other students shuffled in and the faculty milled about the hall.<br/><br/>He slumped back in his chair, exhaling softly as his eyes began to close, seemingly now oblivious to his surroundings.<br/><br/>Tagged:<a class="username" data-user-id="385" data-username="@Hazel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/385/">@Hazel</a>