"…Hello?" Robin stared intently at the glowing circle and at the image of the Cosmic Elder shimmering within it, layers of light rippling softly across the surface. He slowly extended his hand, curiosity overtaking caution, and touched the screen to examine what it was truly made of. "Why didn't you open a gate like last time? And how did you even produce this screen? I want to meet you face to fa—"
Robin's hand suddenly passed through the circle and clamped firmly around the Cosmic Elder's nose on the other side. "Eeh?!"
Smack! Zolan slapped Robin's hand away like a child who had misbehaved, forcibly pushing it back out of the circle. "This is a miniature gate, boy. I simply don't want you to come over. There are things here—things that wouldn't be appropriate for you to witness."
"Things? What, did you start hoarding treasures or something?" Robin pulled his reddened hand back to his side, flexing his fingers as he began rubbing it in irritation.
