Robert loved seeing the faces of disgust as they walked on up to their jobs in the courthouse. Robert sat there, his cane next to him, holding out his tin can asking for money, and most of them would continue on without even a second glance. The life of a beggar was never easy... That's why Robin preferred to just simply take it. But there were the few who would put money in to the can, maybe some loose change, some a one or five dollar bill. It kept reminding him that there was always those hidden gems in a mountain of garbage. 

During these thoughts is usually when Marian made her appearance. The blonde, to say the least, was stunning. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, and they were looking right at man she thought was an old one. "And a good morning to you!" Robert replied with a chuckle, his voice still sounding old and weathered as he gratefully took the donut, and coffee. When told that she had creamers and sugars, he shook his head. "Oh no, I'm a simple man, Miss Anderson. Black is just fine, thank you." He pressed the cup up to his lips, and smacking them like old men do afterwards. They ate mostly in silence, until she asked the question of how he became homeless. Now no one has ever asked this character before. he didn't expect people to! but he was prepared.

"Bad luck, bad decisions, bad people to turn to... It is the same sad tale that most people face, my dear." Robert said in a tone that was up beat, but also held the sadness of his demise. In a way, that was what Robert himself experienced. Now he wasn't a bad man, even when he was a wealthy one. He helped those in need for little money, and seemed to pick on Marian not in a cruel way, but more of a teasing one, one that she probably held a grudge about. One of those things he regrets.

"I'm okay, though... Those Merry Men seem to be fighting for old men like me." He chuckled a bit. "Just hope they know what they're doing..." He said quietly, taking a sip of his coffee.