Robin hated to admit it but... these kids were soft. Not that he blamed them for being upset, heavens no. He was just from a world where bad things happened often, he supposed. People just went along with it a little easier.
Robin tied the 'bandage' round Hikaru, over the wound, and ruffled his hair. He was going to forgive the bad language for now. The kid needed and outlet.
He then stood on the dressing gown and tore off the sleeves. "Alright boys. This will have to do for now. We're going to find a lavatory and have a rest, clean up." He passed Tamaki a sleeve for his leg. "It was them or us," he pointed out. He grimaced as the boy threw up and gently squeezed his shoulder. He didn't think there was much he could say to help right now.
He then moved over to the other boy, holding the second sleeve out to tie around his arm. "I'm Robin," he smiled. "You were very good back there, well done."
Once he was done, he patted his hips and looked at the cats. "Right. You boys look over there, work out the quickest way to a bathroom." He bent down, picked up the rest of his dressing gown and crouched beside one of the dead beasts. He didn't think the kids would want to see this. Hell, he didn't really want to DO it. He had friends with hands like this... But.. It had to be done. He wrapped his hand with the material of the robe and began to yank out the cats claws. It wasn't at all easy and even hurt despite the clothes protecting his hand. It only meant they'd be worth it. Blood squirted across the hall and over Robin, across his face. Even his lips, which he had to force himself not to lick out of habit. He stopped at four. One for each of them. He'd try and pull off the gunky skin later before he handed them over.
Wiping his forehead with his arm, he stood and pocketed the claws. "Right-oh. Off we go." His robe was mangled and bloody and sleeveless, but he out it on regardless. It was suddenly a bit chilly out. Maybe he should have taken the fur too...
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Robin tied the 'bandage' round Hikaru, over the wound, and ruffled his hair.
He was going to forgive the bad language for now. The kid needed and outlet.
He then stood on the dressing gown and tore off the sleeves.
"Alright boys. This will have to do for now. We're going to find a lavatory and have a rest, clean up."
He passed Tamaki a sleeve for his leg.
"It was them or us," he pointed out. He grimaced as the boy threw up and gently squeezed his shoulder. He didn't think there was much he could say to help right now.
He then moved over to the other boy, holding the second sleeve out to tie around his arm.
"I'm Robin," he smiled. "You were very good back there, well done."
Once he was done, he patted his hips and looked at the cats.
"Right. You boys look over there, work out the quickest way to a bathroom."
He bent down, picked up the rest of his dressing gown and crouched beside one of the dead beasts. He didn't think the kids would want to see this. Hell, he didn't really want to DO it. He had friends with hands like this... But.. It had to be done. He wrapped his hand with the material of the robe and began to yank out the cats claws. It wasn't at all easy and even hurt despite the clothes protecting his hand. It only meant they'd be worth it. Blood squirted across the hall and over Robin, across his face. Even his lips, which he had to force himself not to lick out of habit.
He stopped at four. One for each of them. He'd try and pull off the gunky skin later before he handed them over.
Wiping his forehead with his arm, he stood and pocketed the claws.
"Right-oh. Off we go."
His robe was mangled and bloody and sleeveless, but he out it on regardless. It was suddenly a bit chilly out. Maybe he should have taken the fur too...