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Robin nods thoughtfully, seeming a little conflicted.

"I've never been to the forest," he says in the end. "Obviously I don't want anything to happen there, but—I just don't want the town to lose all the stuff that makes it unique either. There has to be something there to make it worth living in—not just a bunch of walls and roofs."

After that, there are a few moments of quiet. It crosses your mind to ask him about what sort of plans he has for his yard—but you're suddenly hit by the realization that you're supposed to be delivering all the stuff in your hands to Arctus.

"Sorry—I've just been to the pet store, and I really need to get this stuff back home."

As soon as you mention the word "pet," Robin opens his mouth in excitement—but then seems to hold himself back from saying anything. Only a moment later, however, after glancing uncertainly down at his feet, he can't seem to help it.

"I have two cats," he says softly, looking a little as if he's trying not to seem too excited. "Oh—sorry, don't let me stop you!"

"Don't worry, you're not," you assure him. "I'm sure I'll see you around, anyway. Unless you're going to the party too?"

You gesture towards the house opposite yours, which stands out bright and colorful against the empty street. Robin shakes his head.

"No, um…I'm sure it'll be nice, but I don't really know them that well. Anyway, I guess I'm not really a party person. But yeah—I'll see you around."

You smile, giving him a sort of wave even with your hands full of pet supplies. Robin gives you a small wave in return—but you only make it a few more steps before he adds in a soft voice:

"You know, um…now that you're living here, you could always come over for some tea, if you want. It's been pretty quiet lately—my little sister sees her friends most nights, and our dad is out of town at the moment, so it would be nice to have somebody over. You could meet my kit—my, uh, cats—you know, whenever. If you're not busy."

You hadn't expected such a sudden invitation—but as your eyes linger on Robin, the thought of coming over for tea sounds: