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<br/>​</div>Robin's eyes darted downwards for a brief moment, his curious gaze confirming two pieces of information.  K was in the midst of changing clothes, and K was female.<br/><br/>Right.<br/><br/>"Good to be back," he responded, a little absentmindedly - his gaze intensely focused on the odd curvature of K's spine.  His team leader was either too skinny, had a strange birth defect, or...  There was a third reason, he was<i>sure</i>of it, yet he was a bit too distracted to recall it.  Realizing it would be improper to stare, Robin retreated to his suitcases, eager to finally unpack his luggage, put his feet up, and get a little rest.  The sight of a woman in her underwear was neither unusual nor particularly sexual to Robin: she was just changing, after all.  It seemed Shiro was of a different impression, and Robin made a poor attempt to conceal his grin as a luminescent blush spread across his face, a stammered apology and hasty retreat following soon after.<br/><br/>Clearly, Shiro had never seen a woman in her underwear before...at least outside of his books.  But Robin's mind was elsewhere as he climbed atop his floor-bound mattress, running his hands across his luggage.  Each one was large, a dull metallic grey with no obvious zippers: yet when Robin pressed his thumb against a small sensor on the side, one suitcase opened with a sharp hiss of air, a deep purple-blue light leaking from the thin gap.  After a few seconds though, the light dissipated, and Robin opened the case further to reveal his clothes.  The other suitcase opened much in the same manner--yet contained books, notebooks, a backpack...generic study materials, nothing too spectacular.  Certainly not what his classmates would expect to be transported in such suitcases, ones seemingly more adept at transporting classified materials or high-explosive Dust.<br/><br/>With both suitcases open, it only took Robin a few minutes to properly arrange his small corner of the dorm: shirts, sweaters, jeans, and slacks filled his dresser, along with an extra pair of shoes.  Immediately atop it, Robin stacked his school supplies, perfectly (almost obsessively) ordered and neat, leaving just enough room for the last few objects inside his second suitcase.<br/><br/>He had to admit they looked mildly suspicious, the sort of items one would expect to emerge from a fingerprint-locked suitcase.  Three metallic cylinders, each of an equivalent shape and size.  Externally, they were seamless, as if perfectly machined, with no numbers, flaps, or locks to discern their purpose.  Yet they were cool, and light to the touch: Robin carrying each one in his arms as he stacked the metal canisters side-by-side atop his dresser.  Meeting K's eyes once more, an easier prospect, now that she'd changed, he gave her what he hoped was a somewhat reassuring gesture.  "Um...don't worry about those," he mentioned casually.  "I'd appreciate no one touching them, but they're harmless... for the most part."<br/><br/>Last to be stored were his books; a messy hodgepodge of fictional works, textbooks, and varied scientific literature.  As he had no bed beneath which to properly store them, Robin grudgingly piled them around his mattress, attempting to organize them by category; hell, he'd even accept alphabetically at this point.  Deciding it was a futile effort, Robin grabbed just one from atop the largest pile and began to read.<br/><br/><i>Comparative Faunus Genomics</i>--not exactly summer reading or anything particularly interesting: but anything worth reading, in Robin's opinion, was best kept offsite.