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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[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.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mysterious. [he will let himself be led around by Tek. he just kind of assumes this is for Kett somehow, and then the whole thing makes perfect sense in his head anyway.]

All right. Then what kind are you looking for?

[heresyandlace]

I'm not entirely sure. Something nice. Something I don't have yet.

[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]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he looks at Tek. then he looks at the sunglasses. ...and then he looks at Tek again, and then he points to them.]

What, those?

[heresyandlace]

[he doesn't answer, really. He doesn't need to. Making a detour over to them, he picks up the nearest one and sort of... inspects it at arm's length, turning it one way and then the other in his hands. Like he can't quite figure out what he's looking at]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[ooooh my gosh. Robin looks at the way he's examining the thing with a spreading grin, because that's all kinds of hilarious and cute and he really wants to see his reaction.]

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.]

[heresyandlace]

I know they--

[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.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

They're for when the sun is too bright. They shield your eyes.

[he lets go of the glasses, just smiling to himself.]

Or for fashion.

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[heresyandlace]

Oh.

[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.

[heresyandlace]

[and then he turns toward Robin, and there is just this grin. not cocky, not calculating--just open and delighted. almost young.]

Ha!

That's genius, isn't it?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[wow--surprise first, but then just kind of thrilled to see Tek so thrilled himself. it's contagious.]

Yeah, you think so? They really don't have these where you're from?

[heresyandlace]

[he's looking around like simply seeing different things through the sunglasses is entertaining him. like that's the whole point to these things. --whoa, the clouds look amazing]

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...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well. [he reaches across Tek to snatch up a pair himself and try them on.] I suppose you'll have to get a pair then, won't you?

[heresyandlace]

[oh, that reminds him! very important--] How do they look?

[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!]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[Robin is of no help on the mirror front.]

Good, but they might be better with a thinner frame.

[heresyandlace]

[quickly swapping them out for ones with thinner frames, and incidentally smaller and more oval lenses. He, of course, goes for lenses that are a nice dark purpley color.

And ah-- he manages to find a mirror propped on the other side of the cart, for just such an occasion]

How are these?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[aaah he's so cute. like a teenage girl.]

Oooh. Those look nice.

[heresyandlace]

[teenage girls worry about silly things. This is serious business.

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]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he'll put his own pair back, since he's not a huge sunglasses guy. comes with living in an underground chamber half the time.

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.

[heresyandlace]

[ha, well. It's a testament to his vanity that he really takes Robin's judgement to heart. It pushes him out of his indecision and he reaches for his money]

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]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[mission accomplished. he's quite proud of himself, following along.]

Back to jewelry, then?

[heresyandlace]

Actually... there is a smith right nearby that I like.

[wanna go sword shopping? :3]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yes yes yes. [he didn't ask... but Robin gets excited anyway.] Let's go there.

[heresyandlace]

[haha, he laughs. That makes him feel better for being so excited about the sunglasses... which he still can't quite leave alone where they're sitting on his face.

The weaponsmith is indeed right nearby, with a nice little shop set aside separate from the actual smith. So it's quieter, and enclosed... and, most importantly, this guy lets him play with the blades without getting mad. :3

The weapons here also have a particular prettiness to them.

And he'll open the door open for Robin once they arrive~]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[his bizarre love of swords is probably rooted in nostalgia. all the coolest people had swords when he was growing up. there was a sort of pride to them, a sort of honor and reputation that came with a sword. they stopped being of much sometime after the Second End, and it was a very long time until the Third... so he's always happy to find someone who knows the old and mostly-forgotten art of swordplay.

that, and they look fucking awesome.

so even though this is shopping for Tek, he's happy to take the gesture and waltz on into the shop, almost immediately starting to look around at everything on display.]

[heresyandlace]

[ha, it takes Tek a minute to realize that he should probably take his glasses off because he can't see a damn thing inside. But, once he does that, he wanders over past the big impressive two-handed weapons, and toward the racks of smaller, keener blades in the back.]

I want something that isn't going to annoy me to carry around all the time. Something...

[he picks up the first blade that halfway matches what he's envisioning in his head, unsheathes it... and then gives the thing an effortless twirl as he pivots on the balls of his feet--ending with the blade pointed casually at Robin, probably far closer than most shop-keepers would have been comfortable with, held easy and balanced, aimed at his eyes]