After several minutes of awkward, almost suffocating silence, Robin finally stopped flipping rapidly through the stacks of folders and scattered papers. The rustling ceased all at once. He lifted his gaze toward the sky for a few moments, his eyes narrowing slightly as if calculating something far beyond what the others could perceive, then slowly lowered his head again and returned to his seat in front of the Cosmic Elder, calling out, "Seraphim!"
Whoosh
The feather pen immediately abandoned what it had been doing without the slightest delay and shot toward Robin, cutting through the air before landing precisely in his hand, as if it had been waiting for that very call.
