[Shenandoah]

((We probably should discuss it over PMs. I'm trying to think of ideas, but I can't put any together at the moment. We need to toss ideas off each other.))

Robyn blinked and then had the decency to blush. "Um... I was going back home to get my homework done." She looked down her front at her school uniform before returning her gaze to him. "And I should get going. Just because you're involved in the Game doesn't mean you have to lay down for whatever life throws at you otherwise." She turned and began to walk away from him. "Talk to you tonight." And with that, the young woman took off, running to get to her own school.

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Patrick looked at her for a long moment before he barked out a laugh before falling into a boisterous chuckle. "Believe me, it's not too bad when I'm close. Depth perception only whacks me at a distance." He chuckled again, his lone eye shining. "Imagine my shock when you come strolling into the shop. I never would have thought about seeing a Player outside the Game. Most of the ones I do see tend to have just died in it." There was a morbid humor to that as well, but he sobered slightly and only allowed himself a small grin.

"So, Mizz Maddison..." he drawled, deliberately affecting a Mississippi accent into his words. "What, pray tell, can I do for you?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, not allowing her annoyance to dampen his spirits any. After all, that incredulity was the very thing that was making him laugh.