☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱
❛ does that make me maid marian? ❜
robin hood he bent up a noble bow
and a broad arrow he left flye,
he hit the marke a hundred rod
and he caused a ha...
010. GOOD KIDS DON'T DESERVE TO DIE. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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"Give me a minute," Raven said. "And don't call me that."
"Whatever," Robin muttered under her breath. She shifted on her feet and crossed her arms, getting antsy and irritated standing still. "Look— I thought we were gonna make radios, for factory? Why am I watching you dig through a pile of garbage?"
Raven rolled her eyes and poked her head through the door, the rest of her still hidden by the vehicle. Part of her was still irritated by the nickname Robin had given her — thanks to Nygel tainting it over the years — since she was also named after a little bird, so it seemed stupid, but Raven brushed over the minor details. While Robin Loxely was a year younger than her, she was still very good at all things mechanics and engineering; enough so, that perhaps it would have given Raven a run for her money, had she not been focusing on Zero—G as a specialty. But, Robin wouldn't be far behind in terms of brains. It hadn't taken long for her to rise through the ranks. Then again, Daniel Loxely was as much of a mechanics genius. She took after him. That was why Raven wanted to work with her in place of Monty Green, for once. Sinclair had been happy to comply with her wishes. Raven was sick of working with Kyle Wick.
"It's not a pile of garbage, asshole."
Robin pretended to look at it, "Looks like a giant pile of garbage, to me."
