#d.claire03

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"Robin." It's an exasperated sigh, one the boy beside him mirrors.

"Daddy." He declares, grinning around a caramel apple he's bound to lose another tooth in. "I want... to go scare the people."

"...Empty your pockets, small fry."

"Why!?"

"'cause I know you got a knife in there and if you stab anybody that ain't me it's a felony. Turn 'em out, Babybird." Robin frowns, turning the pockets of his costume out and walking in a circle as Duck pats him down.

"Good boy. Go get 'em- stick close, okay? no further than the booths." He insists after him- his typically watchful eyes and ears tuned to the boy again. He looks good, healthy, happy, and as he knocks rhythmically on Claire's stall, it's with a warm smile only half-obscured by the mask of his costume. "Evenin', Mrs. Lovett." He greets. "Ya look great- keepin' busy?"

@ambercast

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