Robyn flinched slightly as Drayn knocked on the top of his head after he’d climbed from his place on the bike. He tugged the thing off of his head and carefully hung it on the handle of the bike before scurrying along after his charge after he strode off ahead of him. He looked up at him timidly as he began to speak and he nodded quietly despite the overall lack of attention that Drayn paid him. He snatched the small bag of drug contraband from the air and he clutched it to his chest. He tucked himself close to the larger male’s side as they made their way into the large, run down looking building together.<br/><br/>A number of eyes were drawn to them as they entered, and Robyn felt them boring into him especially. He assumed that Drayn had been here plenty of times as a distributor, from what Robyn understood he often ran drugs for Adrien when the man was in a pinch and this place matched up with the description of one of Adrien’s favorite sales spots. The Plantation, he believed it was called. It certainly didn’t seem like the oasis of pleasure that it had been described to him as in the past, but he could see how it’d be a great area for sales. It seemed like nearly everyone in his line of sight was buzzing to some extent on one thing or another and they’d just barely gotten through the door.<br/><br/>Robyn reached up to grip Drayn’s sleeve as they were suddenly greeted by a rather overbearing gentleman who went by the name Simon. He smiled politely at the man as he cuddled up to Drayn, seeking some sort of reprieve from the assault on his senses that was the interior of the Plantation. Robyn was a sensitive kid, he didn’t deal well with excesses of anything (aside from perhaps excesses of various physical stimuli such as pain or pleasure). He could only handle loud, noisy spaces in doses, could only stomach plain food, hated anywhere with any sort of particularly strong scent about it. Too much of any one stimuli tended to leave him overloaded and in need of a serious mental break, lest he suffer from a mental breakdown.<br/><br/>Drayn was paid, and soon after he was pulling away from Robyn’s weak hold and heading towards the stairs. Robyn’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he was left on his own in the middle of the room with orders from Drayn to go off and have some fun. He clung to the bag he’d been gifted by the older male, his eyes darted around briefly before returning to the two men who were moving up the stairs. He hurried after them, reaching one hand forwards to grab a hold of the hem of Drayn’s hoodie in an attempt to remain with him as they stepped through the tight space. He had no desire to get left behind. Despite the fact that being left alone in the space downstairs meant he could have fled, something drew him to this dominant male figure that had taken him in after finding him sitting astride a dying man. Something in him aside from his little friends nagged at him to remain close to the gentleman, and so he would.