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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]
[Euri]
[he hasn't spoken to her in a looooong time... but today he decided to change that.]
Hey. You really still hiding out in the woods?
Come on, come back. You must be bored to tears out there.
[Murdertastic Filter]
So, hey. Can't help but notice there's been an awful lot of murdering going on.
Think you guys could maybe not attract the attention of the whole fucking city?
[Public]
[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.
but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]
You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.
[tap tap tap tap.]
I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.
[Euri]
[he hasn't spoken to her in a looooong time... but today he decided to change that.]
Hey. You really still hiding out in the woods?
Come on, come back. You must be bored to tears out there.
[Murdertastic Filter]
So, hey. Can't help but notice there's been an awful lot of murdering going on.
Think you guys could maybe not attract the attention of the whole fucking city?
[Public]
[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.
but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]
You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.
[tap tap tap tap.]
I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.
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Once they really hit the heart of it and he starts spotting things he's never seen before, his attention wanders from their conversation. Pretty abruptly, actually. He probably never even finished his thought, before his eyes are pulled toward carts of shiny things that the craftsmen have set up along the street]
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Want to go look?
[though he probably wouldn't appreciate being called a magpie at all.]
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A necklace is also on my list, by the way.
[sort of a prompt to help him pick one out, but by the way his eyes are critically ticking over each one as he's browsing, he seems already pretty set on what he likes and dislikes]
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What's the necklace for? [maybe if it's for an occasion or something, he'll have more input.]
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He's looking for something specific though, something he plans on actually wearing eventually, and these are all too pendant-and-chain for what he wants. He'll have to wear it along with his current pendant-and-chain, so that just won't do]
That part is a surprise. [--losing interest in these and moving onto the next stall]
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All right. Then what kind are you looking for?
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[one of those 'I'll know it when I see it' things, probably.
...And speaking of things he doesn't have yet, something snags his attention like a fishhook--his eyes, then his head, then rest of his body turning and halting as it catches him.
It's when he's really struck by something new, the caught-of-guard ping to his curious nature, that he forgets himself a little bit. No real expression on his face, like he forgets that it can move, and a sharp cant of his head.
He's looking at a little display of sunglasses. Brassy frames, intricate little rivets, perfectly round lenses stained all sorts of dark colors... and he looks a little baffled by them]
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What, those?
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Here. They go on your face.
[he'll step on in, take the pair, and guide them onto Tek's face like they're supposed to be.]
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[but then they're already on his face, after he freezes so he doesn't accidentally get stabbed in the eye or something. And his reaction is... apparently, to be vaguely disgruntled. His brow lowers and his hands are still held where they'd been when Robin took the glasses from them, like he can't decide whether to take them off or leave them on or swat Robin's hands away.
He frowns a little when he obviously doesn't get it]
...They're so dark.
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[he lets go of the glasses, just smiling to himself.]
Or for fashion.
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[wait a minute. waaaaait a minute. he looks surprised, and then takes another look around through the glasses like he is actually seeing things through them for the first time. like he's just noticing that he can actually see through them just fine. looking at the stall, down at the street, up at the bright sky.
he gets it now.]
...Oh.
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Ha!
That's genius, isn't it?
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Yeah, you think so? They really don't have these where you're from?
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I've seen the ones with clear lenses a couple of times. There were some scribes and tinkerers... and then some around here, of course.
But not with the colored lenses like this.
[oh, and then he remembers that there were other colors available, and his attention is snapping right back to the cart, switching out the ones he's wearing for the next ones in line. how cool...]
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[but he doesn't even wait for an answer before he decides that he needs to see for himself, looking around for a mirror. he needs a mirror, man!]
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Good, but they might be better with a thinner frame.
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And ah-- he manages to find a mirror propped on the other side of the cart, for just such an occasion]
How are these?
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Oooh. Those look nice.
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He's lost in the mirror now, taking some very purposeful time to decide how he looks with his cute little glasses on. Fixing his hair, looking at his face from different angles. It's something to get used to]
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and then he'll watch Tek decide how he looks, watch him tilt his head and mess with his hair. eventually he gets fed up with watching and slinks over and puts his arms around Tek's waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.]
You look great. [looking at them both in the mirror.] I bet they'd even look good on Kett, too.
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Mm, they would. [and by that, he means that he hadn't even thought of it until Robin mentioned it.
And he does look pretty satisfied with the whole thing once he's finished buying them, walking away from the cart with them still proudly on his face.
...He's going to keep fidgeting with them every few steps though]
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Back to jewelry, then?
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