He facepalmed, slowly dragging his hand across his face. She couldn't even distinguish sarcasm? What kind of world was this? "No," He sighed, disgruntled. "I've never heard of him. We can't be brothers."

Nice? Him? Robin jumped back onto the ground and watched Luki attempt the handstand. He could barely repress that smile. No one'd ever called him nice before--- at least, no one in the context of this school and this new life. They usually claimed he was a "brat" - some old form of "twip" - and left it at that. The natives, especially, didn't seem to think much of him... when they didn't mistake him for one of their own.

"He is?" Robin found himself asking, sitting down to watch. "Is he a friend of your's, then?"