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</div></div><br/>Hm.  So that was a surprise.  He was shaking hand with an Indigo--although from what Robin knew of the family, none of them had red hair.  Perhaps Karmyne was an anomaly?  Or adopted, perhaps?  Robin made small talk, cognizant of Karmyne's luminescent blush: a factor he attributed to nervousness rather than attraction or embarrassment.  Still, her reasoning was strange.  She spoke of Beacon's 'values?'  What of its strength?  Reputation?  Influence?  Clearly, Karmyne cared little for such things; a worldview sharply conflicting with Robin's.  However, their reasons for attending Beacon weren't...dissimilar.<br/><br/>"I'm attending Beacon for the simple reason it's not Atlas Academy.  Unfortunately, Atlas is the superior academy--but I'll accept an education here."  His reasons did not merit an explanation to a complete stranger, especially when he discovered Karmyne's perspective was somewhat distant from his own.  There was another--Shiro.  Robin needed no introduction, he'd often heard the man's name occasionally uttered by his father.  Yet standing before him, the real student was different than he'd expected.  "Hm.  Pleasure.  I've heard much about you."  Robin's greeting was short and to the point, preferring not to spend time with more formal language.  There was much he had yet to do, in addition to worrying about the general room assignments.  Besides, Robin had important work of his own to do, none of which involved standing around a hospital room making polite introductions.<br/><br/>Still, it held merit for him to insist his mannerisms would be proper around a (possibly) scantily-clad female.  "Yeah, I promise not to install any micro-cameras or otherwise attempt to compromise your privacy."  A somewhat...oddly specific answer, but a necessary one.  He had a small box of those things buried inside his suitcase, not that he'd tell the rest of his team.<br/><br/>Robin preferred his many secrets and often obfuscating denials.  As per his policy of avoidance, many didn't know his last name, and even fewer knew exactly what he worked on in his spare time.  Unlike the last few months where he'd been testing much of his father's work, Robin had been developing a little something of his own.  And he could<i>hardly</i>contain such excitement upon its release.<br/><br/>Wait, where was he?  Right.  Discussing rooms.  Veiled plans for occasional fits of megalomania could wait.<br/><br/>"We should wait for him," Robin responded.  "The faunus will just whine, complain, and throw a little fit if we'd decide without him.  You know how they--I mean he--can be."