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[he's been quiet lately due to some recent events and all... and hey, he's keeping that up. Robin can be found in the Orrery, preoccupied with gazing at the giant model of the universe spinning above him. the Stewards have done a pretty good job of fixing most of it. you almost couldn't tell anything had happened.

...bothers him a little. come bother him out of his thoughts, if you want!]

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Ah... [that tells him a lot. excellent.]

Is getting you to give your real name an easy task?

I don't mind sharing it with those I know pretty well.

Then maybe we ought to get to know each other better.

Edited 2012-01-01 20:59 (UTC)

[all smirky again, she takes that as an invitation to sneak up close where she'd been before]

I don't think I'd mind that at all. You've been pleasant enough company so far.

[--which is her way of saying AAH YOU ARE SO MUCH FUN]

[wonderful. he reaches out in turn to touch her hair a little, rolling a strand thoughtfully between his uncharacteristically un-gloved fingers. he was kind of hoping for something like this.]

To be honest, though... Kett's cute, but I preferred Tek.

[her eyebrows raise in light surprise. This is obviously not something she often hears. And then--whoop! The lock of hair Robin is fidgeting with disappears, as Tek's face abruptly returns]

Is that so?

[he hasn't returned entirely to the form Robin first met, however. His clothes are now loose and unisex, and--from the looks of things--it seems that his face is the only thing that has changed back.

He can apparently mix and match!]

...Huh.

[his hand hovers absently at the place where hair used to be, perhaps detached from whatever he thinks about that... though he ends up dropping his hand, shifting his weight, and tilting his head pointedly towards his shoulder. like a rag doll that's lost reason to stand up straight.]

Now you're just fucking with me.

Not yet, I'm not.

[said innocently, offhandedly, and honestly. He could do much worse if he really wanted to. And then--almost experimentally, as if trying to figure out where Robin's preferences lie--he changes a little more toward masculine. His upper body changes back... but he's still wearing the genderless clothing, so...]

[and suddenly this is a lot more all right with him, but he at least gives the appearance of debating for a moment before he curls his fingers up under the other's chin and tilts his head up a little.]

Better.

Nahaa-- [he manages not to recoil, though that is certainly his first impulse. The feeling of those invisible cobwebs, combined with the electric charge of Robin's touch that he doesn't quite expect, is a little much to get used to all at once. He shudders hard and his hand automatically darts up to Robin's-- but he catches himself before he pulls it away]

[oooh, he just has this smile on his face...]

You're sensitive. Hah, it's still cute.

'Cute.' [he repeats to himself a little wryly. Not something he's often called]

And you're still distracting.

That's kind of the point, isn't it?

[with that, he twists his hand so that he's half-coiling his fingers between Tek's, leans down, and gives him a kiss. how's that for distracting, huh.]

[oh, and this is the very best kind of distracting.

Pleasantly surprised with this entire little turn of events, he doesn't hesitate more than a moment before he's kissing him back, moving the hand he has half-captured to try and silently prompt him to put an arm around him]

[he was pretty sure he wouldn't be rejected, but the invitation definitely convinces him to be a little more enthusiastic about it.

he'll let Tek's fingers go and wrap his arm around him just like he wants, not hesitant at all to get closer. this is way better than thinking about things.]

[with his hand free, he slips both arms around Robin's waist and tugs him close-- it just seems like the thing to do, with him currently standing a couple inches shorter than usual because of his mixed-gender form. For now, he's content to lean and hang his weight against Robin's, while he goes ahead and expertly deepens that kiss]

[not a single complaint from him. he makes a small sound, pleased at being drawn closer, and brings the absent hand up to press against the back of the other's neck. he's as dominant as Tek will let him be, pressing in deep and even biting at him a little, just to see. the first person around here besides Michael who actually knows how to make out properly? he's got to test the waters.]

[Tek's communication skills are apparently not limited to only the verbal realm, being as subtle and precise here as he is in more traditional conversation. Little clues and signals are in everything he does-- the way he lets Robin thoroughly take the lead, a small sound in his throat to say he approves, leans his hips a little heavier against Robin's as he bites him back a bit]

[he shifts his hips up against the new weight, an approving near-purr bubbling somewhere at the back of his throat. it's strange to think about, but... he doesn't mind the feel of it at all.

but he does mind that they're where anyone could see, so he eventually forces himself to stop, shifting backwards a little. he doesn't stay far for long, pressing his forehead against Tek's. doesn't send anything substantial, just a little glimmer of feeling that reaffirms he is quite all right with this.]

Let's go somewhere a little more private.

[ha-- that little trick of Robin's is subtle, but Tek likes it. It's a little bit of that mental connection from home that he keeps forgetting that he misses. It doesn't help him stay away at all, and now he's picking at the hem of Robin's shirt, beginning to sneak fingers underneath]

Why?

[he squirms a little. not out of discomfort, more out of involuntary physical reaction (he's got nice hands...). the question is... fair. he keeps a mostly-straight face.]

Because I'd rather not have someone walk in and interrupt.

You're not easily distracted, are you?

[once his fingers find the bare skin of Robin's sides, he idly drags his hands around-- over his lower back and sneaking around to his stomach]

Mm... [his head slips down to Tek's shoulder. if he's the 'dominant' one here, he doesn't seem all that worried about keeping up the position.]

If I say yes, will you hurry up and agree with me?

[heh... good to know. And it is apparently enough to get Tek to relent. Decision suddenly made, he shrugs him off a little, chuckling, and takes his hands back]

Fine.

[he detaches himself, but not without reluctance.]

Do you have a room? [because while his is not the twisted mess it used to be, it is still not at all suitable for guests or comfort.]

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