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<br/>​</div>It seemed awkward glances, stares, and blushes were the order of the morning - an excellent reminder the lot of them were still teenagers and relatively inexperienced when it came to matters of the heart.  Although, Robin figured the<i>true</i>nature of the issue fell to centers of hormone production positioned...lower...than the heart.  He wasn't one for hasty, lust-filled romances.  Like many of the facets in his life, Robin was often careful and cautious regarding his relationships, erring on the side of compatibility and mutual interests.  A better effort than whatever arranged marriage plot his parents had planned.  Not to mention, he'd only known K for a day, chatted briefly with Karmyne, and once dated Lenora.  Without further knowledge, no one really screamed 'relationship material' at the moment.<br/><br/>But Robin's excitement for his first class was the prominent concern - he could work on matters of the heart at a later date.  His right hand trailed almost affectionately across the metal frame of his holstered handgun.  A relatively compact weapon he could easily store beneath his pillow or tuck into a drawer.  He was interested, however, in Karmyne and Shiro's weapons: he'd already seen Akena's and Nekro's.  While he couldn't discern exactly what sort of weapon Shiro preferred, it was most likely small, given its concealable nature.  Karmyne had left to recover hers, so Robin would curb his curiosity until they arrived in the class.<br/><br/>As the remaining four members headed towards the class, Robin shared K's curiosity in pondering their first activities.  He expected the general spate of Day-1 teambuilding activities, a speech by the Professor, a chance for them all to compare their weapons?  Although, when Akena mentioned her entrance exam (followed by a horrifically bad pun) he couldn't help but wonder what sort of Grimm their side had to face.  Three members of their team...wolves...  If they'd fought mere Beowulves or the (somewhat) more dangerous Hive Hounds, Robin had serious concerns about both the fairness and balance of their team selection.  Of course, he'd been stuck with a Sobek and the oft-aimless Nekro: hardly a fair comparison.<br/><br/>Yet he could make do for now.  Besides, their first class would give Robin an excellent chance to display some of his skills, maybe even use a rune or two.  He wouldn't display all his combat abilities yet, but just enough to show he could be a useful member of the team.  And as for K's pun?<br/><br/>"That was, uh...  Pretty bad." Robin mentioned, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he looked down at K.  "Don't give up your day job."