"I wouldn't call it a leash. Not because I have any particular conceit where that's concerned, but just because it would be imprecise. And imprecision can come back and bite you in the ass. As I'm sure you well know," Robin says, amusement brightening the mossy shade of his eyes. He pops the unwrapped butterscotch into the pocket of his cheek and gives it a thoughtful roll around his mouth.
"You're plenty human for my tastes. You and your brother, Okumura Yukio. Is Yukio fine, or are you a picky sort? Names are important, after all."
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Date: 2014-02-06 12:18 am (UTC)"You're plenty human for my tastes. You and your brother, Okumura Yukio. Is Yukio fine, or are you a picky sort? Names are important, after all."