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<br/>​</div>Robin could hardly fault Shiro for his self-serving behavior: especially considering he'd often display similar mannerisms.  Yet their philosophies differed on a few key pointers: ones Robin was loathe to mention, at least directly.  Perhaps what incensed him the most was Shiro's unfortunate predilection for a series of assumptions.  In practice it was a decent strategy: assume a set of behaviors, and act in a specified manner based on those assumptions.  But as Robin had observed: in the confusion and general chaos of combat, the best-laid plans were often inconvenienced by the actions of others, especially if the plan was a singular effort.  Not to mention the possible outcome in which the faculty arrived<i>later</i>than average...and the inevitable brawl that would have ensued.<br/><br/>There was still the second, inconvenient facet: namely that such an inopportune stunt had now drawn the attention of Team WRTH and the ire of the current administration.  While Robin held no particular objections towards acting solely for one's own benefit, such self-assured privileges ended when they greatly inconvenienced most others around him.  He'd<i>now</i>need to work all the more in an attempt to convince the faculty he didn't share in such...impetuous traits.<br/><br/>At least there seemed a single positive: namely, the winding buffet line had since vanished.  Robin grabbed a plate, eyes shining as he all but ran to the still-warm food.  While he wasn't particularly injured, a heavy use of his Semblance often kicked his metabolism into overdrive, a burning hunger Robin deemed fit to sate with an incredible excess of food.  What began with one plate transformed into a balancing act with two plates - each piled high with a seemingly improbable amount of food.  On one plate, a simple salad.  Although, it was probably enough to feed two or three others, wobbling slightly as Robin made his way back towards the remaining members of his team.<br/><br/>Just K.  And Nekro.  Lovely.<br/><br/>His second plate was piled high with an inordinate amount of sausages: seven, to be precise.  Each sausage was placed in a warm sourdough bun and topped high with onions, peppers, sauerkraut, and plenty of spicy mustard: which, all combined, was Robin's most cherished childhood meal.  And one he devoured with gusto, hardly bothering to acknowledge his teammates until he finished the third sausage.  Even then it was merely a casual nod in K's direction.  Robin's attention prioritized his insatiable appetite, after all.<br/><br/>He wiped his mouth almost demurely with a napkin upon finishing the fifth sausage and several massive forkfuls of salad, coughing briefly before turning his attention to K and Nekro in turn.  "Well, uh...that was a thing," he mentioned casually, reaching down for another sausage before pausing, as if just remembering something.  Robin waved his hand in K's general direction and a small orb of white light detached from her back, attracted to his outstretched hand.<br/><br/>"Apologies for that.  Physical ward.  I assumed the situation would end far worse than its actual outcome...but one can never be too cautious, I suppose." With that business aside, Robin could resume eating: although he supposed further interaction with his team could prove beneficial.  Even if Karmyne was crying in the training room and Shiro was acting above it all, there was still K he could talk to.  And Nekro.<br/><br/>He took a few more bites of salad before addressing both his remaining teammates.  "So, uh...I missed the origin.  What caused all that, exactly?"