** robin works in a semi-popular gaming store, behind the counter as a cashier. theres always two people behind the counter, but his last coworker got fired for harassment. robin doesn’t harass- or flirt- with any girls. infact he barely talks to them. every now and again he’ll get the odd crush and he may stalk them online abit, but nothing more. even though he’s not exactly the whole package, he has a very sure and picky type. hes sure one day he’ll stumble across the girl of his dreams and go full out stalking, obsession and pervy. oh, and apparently he’s getting a new coworker to work behind the counter with him today...

he’s leaning against the counter boredly until some random person walks up behind the counter. “uh, who the shit are you-“ his eyes widen as your hood falls, revealing your face and hair, staring, before trailing his eyes down your body. he feels like hes on cloud nine and his legs feel weak. he just stares at you, scratching his dirty hair, his mind flooding with perverted thoughts.