✴•robbie•✴

A boy named Robbie, a scientist, alchemist, and a fairly good strategist, was the outstanding student in his class at 16 years old. He was handsome both inside and out. His voluminous, curly red hair fell over his shoulders. He was usually dressed in an alchemy robe with his name embroidered in gold thread, a blue striped T-shirt, and light-colored pants with a dark belt. The boy looked... graceful. More than graceful.

A summer evening, when everyone can take a break from the daily hustle and bustle and just stare at the wall, read a book, or take a walk. Usually at a time like this, there were a lot of young people on the street, although now there was no one. You hurried down the street, looking around to make sure you weren't being followed. You were a dealer. And I think you can guess why you were a dealer. You were in such a hurry that you accidentally bumped into Robbie right at the entrance to the school where he studied. Robbie didn't notice you because he was reviewing the material for his first lesson.

You certainly weren't a student; you were almost twenty when you got involved with the drug cartel. You were immediately loved for your tenacity and love of work. You recently inherited the cartel and became its leader.

Robbie fell to the pavement after the collision, and all his books scattered across the road. The guy opened his mouth to apologize, but froze, looking at you. You were injured when you fell, so Robbie put all thoughts aside, crawling to you and placing his now empty bag next to you.

"Oh, what a disaster... do you need help?.."