There's a grunt and a confused shout from the vicinity of Robin's bunk, followed by a fluttering of the privacy curtain. Oh, hey, Robin's here too. And apparently he was taking a nap.

"Ah, fuck," he grumbles, pushing the curtain aside to see people looking all fancy and shit, and his kilt's still shoved under his desk from winter formal.

He shoves himself off the bed, slams to the ground like super gracefully, and stumbles to the door. Well. Might as well see what Trix is gonna make him wear. "Peace, bitches, catch y'all in a minute."

And now Robin is no longer there.

Continue with what you were doing.