[hr][hr][center][h1][color=f06262]Robin Marshall[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/nwvYKd0.gif[/img]

[i]Location: The Café
Interacting With: Miranda Burke, Olivia Johnson[/I][/center]
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Robin finished stooping over his coffee and slid into the seat by the wall, leaning against it in a slouch. His posture had never been the best, and if ten and a bit years of schooling hadn't corrected it, he reckoned nothing ever would: it would be back problems forevermore.

[color=f06262]"Miranda Burke,"[/color] he greeted, with his usual bad habit of calling everyone by their full names He offered what he hoped was a winning smile. [color=f06262]"It's nice to see you again. Well, it's nice to see [i]everyone[/i] again, but, you know, I've not talked to many people since I got back."[/color] With all the new faces around Red Lake, he was, if not glad, then at least relieved to see some old ones kicking about, too. Hearing about murders in one's old stomping ground was never pleasant –– not that he had any other experiences to compare it to –– and the town and its people had wormed its way into his heart over the years, even when he tried desperately to dig it out and pretend that he was from somewhere, anywhere else. 

There were few people from Red Lake he wished to see harm upon. One of them might have been that mayor... well, ex-mayor now, but it seemed churlish to speak or think ill of the dead. Other than that, he was glad that there was only one missing girl, not including all the gory deaths, and while it might have sounded selfish had he ever voiced it aloud, at least it wasn't someone he actually spoke to semi-regularly. 

Though that didn't mean he wouldn't try to help out, just a man with a van and a load of old, pulpy mystery novels and the slight desire for recognition. He took a long drink of over-sweetened coffee. [color=f06262]"Not to pry,"[/color] said Robin as he began to pry, [color=f06262]"but how are you two holding up? Given Riley Walker and all the other crazy shit I heard about."[/color]