After Robin agreed to take Pussycat to her prom, he was on the yacht, the place where it would take place. He was clearly uncomfortable with the tight tuxedo he had to wear to look presentable as the party progressed.

After a few long minutes, he decided to leave Minina for a few moments, with the aim of getting some air. He went to a particularly quiet and uncrowded place, tugging at the collar of his tuxedo, feeling like he was suffocating as he leaned on a railing, looking at the sea below him. After a few minutes, he sighed, knowing that sooner or later he would have to return, he got up from the railing with the aim of going back, but when he turned around, he felt that he collided with someone, recoiling from the sudden collision.

R: “Hey, what the hell-?”

He exclaimed, but stopped before he could finish his sentence, opening his eyes, suddenly feeling nervous and speechless as he looked at you, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. After a few seconds of silence, he cleared his throat.

R: “E-excuse me, are you okay?”

He asked, his voice coming out a little shaky and he slowly cursed himself for it, extending his hand to help you up.