[It's a mostly useless endeavor. People can't really hear her over the music, and those that can are drunk or stoned. Three of them said not to worry, it's cool, she can totally crash their bunk though so that's... nice.
Sighing, she makes her way out of the crowd, figuring enough time has passed that by now she's lost him. She'll have to think of something else, maybe watch the exits. It's odd that none of her crew have showed up in the dream yet. Luffy and Brook should certainly be here- her harbingers of social entertainment, frenetic energy and music. It blurs into indistinct noise as her focus shifts inward, the deafening roar of the crowd quiets as she steps away, anticipating a more solitary setting. But then she glances up as she nears the door, and finds someone in the shadows who she feels like she ought to know. The crowd and the music and the flashing of laser lights all comes crashing back into sharp focus as the dream reorients to the present. Her eyes widen for a moment, then she blinks in confusion.
It must be Sabo. The height, the build, the way he holds himself, the features- they're all exactly as she remembers; and really, it's only been a few days since she's seen him, so it isn't as if her memory would be lacking. But he's different, too. No scar, ridiculous jewelry, wrong fashion.
Robin makes it a point to look him in the eyes and give a little smile as she walks by, long enough to imply meaning, though she doesn't stop moving. He'll follow if he's curious, and anyway there's no point in trying to talk where one can't even hear their own thoughts.]
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Sighing, she makes her way out of the crowd, figuring enough time has passed that by now she's lost him. She'll have to think of something else, maybe watch the exits. It's odd that none of her crew have showed up in the dream yet. Luffy and Brook should certainly be here- her harbingers of social entertainment, frenetic energy and music. It blurs into indistinct noise as her focus shifts inward, the deafening roar of the crowd quiets as she steps away, anticipating a more solitary setting. But then she glances up as she nears the door, and finds someone in the shadows who she feels like she ought to know. The crowd and the music and the flashing of laser lights all comes crashing back into sharp focus as the dream reorients to the present. Her eyes widen for a moment, then she blinks in confusion.
It must be Sabo. The height, the build, the way he holds himself, the features- they're all exactly as she remembers; and really, it's only been a few days since she's seen him, so it isn't as if her memory would be lacking. But he's different, too. No scar, ridiculous jewelry, wrong fashion.
Robin makes it a point to look him in the eyes and give a little smile as she walks by, long enough to imply meaning, though she doesn't stop moving. He'll follow if he's curious, and anyway there's no point in trying to talk where one can't even hear their own thoughts.]