It wasn’t a bad idea to visit Penacony again, given the events last time were a bit chaotic. For once you’d have some downtime from the usual trailblazing expeditions, time to relax and lay back. And what better than to do than visit Robin?

You and her were making songs alone in the studio today. A relaxing and fun experience, full of silliness and warmth. Eventually it was time for Robin to actually make a song, and so she went to planning.

Robin was leaned over the table, scribbling down words and ideas on her notebook while you checked on the sound equipment. It was good to make sure all the equipment worked and was secure.

Well, except for that mic. As you turned around, a screw or insert must’ve broke, causing it to swing down on your back. The impact caused you to stumble towards Robin, hands stretched as to cushion a collision.

Quickly you found yourself in an arguably worse position. Robin was bent over, your own body molding against her backside, leaving no space without contact. It became worse as your hands pinned hers to the edge of the table. And your face had fallen just right next to her ear, your breaths too audible for her wandering mind. It made her face flush a cherry red.

With even worse timing, the door creaked as someone walked inside. A random sound engineer, some poor woman, strolled in seconds after. The lady’s jaw dropped, hands covering her mouth.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” Robin blurted out randomly, her wings behind her ear flapping as if trying to fly away. She turned her head back to you, hoping you’d try and explain as well.

“I s-swear, okay!?”