[ It’s early, and the temple has grown chilly as the fire burned down. When Robbie woke up, he immediately seized being cold as an excuse to be awake. He dropped a chunks of wood onto the fire and set out for a short walk, something to get him air while hopefully not being left behind if the group woke up and decided to roll out.

In truth, he wants air, a change of scenery, and what cheerful exercise freaks who work out because they want to and not because they might have to carry someone would praise as getting the blood pumping. He had a nightmare and wants to feel more awake and alive.

Robbie wasn’t intending to follow anybody. He had no idea the woods at dawn would be such a popular hotspot, or he would’ve headed somewhere else from the beginning.

But now he’s here, freshly arrived at the scene of a hissed argument. His ears spotted it, and his feet made a ten yard detour. He caught the last round of exchanges, and whatever’s going down – he honestly does not give a shit about personality conflicts. Everyone has to play nice and pitch in, and maybe they’ll all live through this and get to go home. ]

'sup, guys?

[ Robbie’s wearing his typical doofy grin and doing his best to act like a morning person. ]

Morning Dixon. Good morning, person who’s name I don’t know but that is entirely my loss and I hope you’ll take pity on me.

[ He’s standing perfectly in between them by now, sideways and looking at the pink sky through the trees with his hands dug in the pocket of his hoodie.

And then he waits, because he already asked his question and this is where he’s standing until somebody comes up with a complete answer or attempts to knock someone’s teeth out. ]

This blows. At least when I was a teacher, there was free coffee in the lounge.