Robyn stuck close by Drayn, gently holding a fistful of his hoodie just so they’d not have a chance of getting separated. The last thing he wanted in this set of surroundings to be on his own. Drayn may have had a mind to hurt him, but at least it didn’t seem to Robyn that he had any mind to kill or seriously wound him. He wasn’t sure about some of the character’s he’d already spied around the Plantation. So, he decided that his new master of sorts would be the lesser of two evils when it came to where he wished to linger. Drayn wouldn’t let anybody damage what he clearly looked at as his property, he had to imagine. Robyn ignored the brief interaction the pair shared about buying him. It wasn’t as though it would have been of any real consequence to Robyn anyways, he’d not have gone with Simon even if he’d paid Drayn a sum of money. He felt that he needed to stick with this beautiful individual, something inside of him drew him to the dominant man and he was determined to see it through.<br/><br/>Robyn glanced up at Simon, flinching slightly at the pat on his shoulder and then shaking his head slowly. “I’m sorry, that decision isn’t mine to make,” he whispered in a timid tone as he continued up the stairs until they came to the top of the stairwell and moved over a grubby couch. Robyn waited until both Simon and Drayn had settled down before he sank into the couch directly between them. He drew his knee up to his chest, hugging his limbs tightly to himself as he looked around the room slowly with his pair of deep brown eyes. A woman walked over, her heavily painted face reminded Robyn quite a bit of an older woman he’d saved a few years prior. She had been rather pretty without makeup, but working the street corner required a fair bit of cake to pull off. Men didn’t want to fuck pretty, it would seem, they wanted to fuck sexy.<br/><br/>The painted woman leaned in close to him, her breath smelled heavily of cigarettes but the scent didn’t put the little brunette off at all. He smiled politely at her as she examined him after asking his name. “My name is Robyn, but Daddy likes to call me Rob,” he relayed in a small voice, averting his eyes briefly and biting down on his lower lip thoughtfully at the following question. He supposed he wasn’t technically fucking Drayn just yet, despite their exchange in Adrien’s apartment just a half an hour earlier.<br/><br/>“Oh no, I’m not fucking him … Well, not yet anyway. I was fucking Adrien but he had to leave. So Daddy found me and took me in, and I suppose that now I’m his,” he commented quietly, glancing over and Drayn briefly before looking back down to his tucked in legs. He played with the hem of his jeans absentmindedly, picking at a bit of loose thread and sighing thoughtfully to himself as he did so.