Unconnected Short Stories
falsteloj
Ao3
200 words

"I'm bound to win, obviously," Robin told him, adding his name to the list pinned to the notice board. "The talent, the looks; I've got it all."

Vlad settled for raising an eyebrow and shifting his briefcase to the other hand. Robin watched the movement in distaste,

"Do you 'ave to carry that? You make me look like a right weirdo."

"I thought you did that all on your own."

Robin narrowed his eyes, "Ha ha. Very funny, Vlad. Not."

Vlad sniggered and Robin heaved a put upon sigh. "Seriously, though, you'll 'ave to make more of an effort when I'm rich and famous. You'll put off all my female fans." He grinned widely, "Of which there will be many." Robin checked his watch then, cursing under his breath, "I'm gonna be late; you coming?"

"I'll catch you up," Vlad said innocently, waiting until Robin had disappeared down the corridor and around the corner before scrambling in his case for a pen. Glancing quickly up and down he leaned in to the board, scrawling out Robin's name.

Sometimes, he thought as he screwed the cap back on with a flourish, you just have to do what you have to do.