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<br/>​</div>Robin's breaths were sharp and level, coordinated perfectly with the movements of his legs and arms.  While he wasn't a marathon runner by any means, he wouldn't hesitate to get a little bit of training in.  Besides, running sharpened his focus.  Cleared his mind.  The concentration a proper run took was almost trance-like, in his opinion.  He could feel the pavement beneath his feet, and while his clothes weren't particularly optimal, Robin didn't mind much.  Running with a partner only added to the appeal, although this seemed more a race than mutual exercise, neither him nor Akena willing to give ground.<br/><i><br/>
"If you're hoping to distract me, you're sorely overestimating yourself!"  </i>Robin grinned at K's taunt, her words only further inflaming his desire to win.  "If you think you're worth distracting,<i>you've</i>sorely overestimated yourself!" he retorted, increasing the length of his strides.  As they ran side-by-side, Robin doubted his back would be visible: few could miss the grey-brown patches across his upper and lower back.  Yet in his semi-distracted state, the meditative trance was broken and Robin began to fall behind.  He gritted his teeth in determination.  He wasn't going to lose - not now!  With a burst of speed, Robin moved alongside K, the two all but sprinting back to their dorm against the driving rain.  And a few moments later, the race was over: with no clear winner.  While it wasn't a loss. Robin wasn't particularly fond of conceding anything.<br/><br/>"A draw it is, K," Robin responded, taking a moment to catch his breath; another to wring out his soaked shirt before dispelling the protective wards.  "We should do this again sometime." After a few moments, he followed behind her.  Cursing the dampness of his clothes - the shirt would undoubtedly need to be dry-cleaned, and Robin wasn't feeling too hopeful on the quality of Beacon's facilities.<br/><br/>Yet it was all an afterthought at the welcoming sight of his...bed, still comfortable enough, he supposed.  Fine Mistralian silken sheets, memory foam pillows, and a comforter stuffed with soft down...  It was almost like his bed at home.  Without his classmates, of course.  Robin quickly stripped from his pants, shoes, and socks: remaining only in his boxers.  Which were thankfully, still dry.  He quietly rummaged through his suitcase before grabbing his pajamas: made from the finest hypoallergenic Vacuo-sourced cotton, dyed a deep navy-blue with white accents around the pocket flaps and cuffs.  His name - R. Farber - finely stitched with silver thread above the left pocket.<br/><br/>Robin pulled the covers over his body as he climbed into bed, searching under his pillow until finally grasping a bottle of pills.  He swallowed one, then quietly replaced the bottle before falling into a dreamless sleep.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>6:12 AM.  Robin's eyes open gradually, almost hesitantly.  The faintest hints of dawn poked through the gaps in the wide bay windows, spurring Robin from his sleep and onto his feet.  He yawned slightly, grabbing a towel from his suitcase and heading for the bathroom - making sure to take the Beacon uniform with him.  The bathrooms, it seemed, were co-ed.  Strange, considering the composition of their team, but a little awkwardness never hurt anyone.  He quickly stripped from his pajamas and boxers, making sure to nicely fold them atop the counter before hopping into the warm shower.<br/><br/>It didn't take Robin long to shower, and he emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.  He cast a glance over the Beacon uniform, sighing with disappointment.  The black outer jacket seemed...hot, and certainly felt uncomfortable.  Beneath that was a navy-blue sweater vest?  Eh.  He could make do.  Robin pulled the long socks on first, then his black slacks.  Next was the white long-sleeve shirt, the red tie...and the blue sweater vest.  Deciding to toy with the outfit somewhat, Robin rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, securing them neatly.  He loosened the tie a little, giving his neck some room (and better rotation).  Satisfied at his look, he grabbed the pile of clothes and departed the bathroom, making sure to keep everything semi-organized around his living area.  6:40 AM.  Next stop: breakfast.<br/><br/>A three-egg omelette, two coffees, three apples, and fifteen pieces of bacon later, Robin exited the cafeteria fully sated.  He'd forgone the jacket, clutching a hastily made breakfast sandwich (to go) in his left hand as he headed back towards the dorm.  He could see K in the distance, returning to their dorm, and wondered what she'd been doing up so early.  Studying, maybe?  Or training?  He wanted to pry, but they'd spent plenty of time together yesterday and he didn't want to impose.<br/><br/>Robin began to jog back towards the dorm (not the easiest effort in his dress shoes) while he downed the rest of his breakfast sandwich.  Licking his lips and fingers, Robin pushed open the door to their room, acknowledging K and Karmyne with a simple nod.  As for Nekro, Robin didn't even look him in the eye, as if the Faunus didn't exist.<br/><br/>Grabbing<i>Velocitus</i>and its holster, both placed idly alongside his bed, Robin inspected than holstered the weapon on his belt.  "Ready to go," he mentioned to K, running his fingers across the weapon's smooth frame.