Poof.
Robin collapsed onto a plush, richly upholstered couch, its soft cushions absorbing his weight like a sigh of relief from the universe itself. With a groan of exaggerated weariness, he brought his hand up to his neck and began rotating it slowly, left then right, working out the tension with practiced movements. A sly smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Ahh~ A simple man like me, still stuck at Level One, really shouldn't have to endure this kind of pressure. It's downright criminal," he said with a light laugh, half-joking, half-serious.
Casually, he removed the crown from his head using one hand—its weight seemingly negligible in his fingers despite the authority it represented. He rested its golden edge on the tip of his index finger and began spinning it slowly with the other hand, the metal catching glints of light in a mesmerizing dance.
