[Egypt is giving the mugger another stomp for good measure — and then the bastard's out like a light. The one still standing rolls one of his sore shoulders, wincing, and swipes at his bloody nose before turning to—]
...Robin?
[He has to catch himself partway before saying the wrong name. The costume he recognizes... same thing for the slang and the name he was addressed by. My god.
There are minor injuries scattered across what little of Egypt's skin is bared. Cuts, scrapes, bruises. He's in one piece and still standing. Kind of... exhausted, though. Those guys really wanted his gil.]
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...Robin?
[He has to catch himself partway before saying the wrong name. The costume he recognizes... same thing for the slang and the name he was addressed by. My god.
There are minor injuries scattered across what little of Egypt's skin is bared. Cuts, scrapes, bruises. He's in one piece and still standing. Kind of... exhausted, though. Those guys really wanted his gil.]