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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.

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Great. [he smiles and shrugs and falls back into the position of waiting patiently for Tek to be done with his shopping. he's a helper. he helps.]

[welp, he might not have enough to get back on the tram, but... who needs vehicular transportation when you have wings anyway, right?

It'll only take him a minute to pay for that and get it wrapped up]

[good thinking. when he's got everything, Robin cozies on up against Tek's side.]

Anything else you wanted to get?

[ugh the cozying up always helps. just enough.

...maybe.]

No, that's good for today, I think.

[also, he's BROKE]

It's a pretty good haul. Two nice finds and a surprise.

[he bumps up against his shoulder as he starts to walk.]

Back to the hideout, then, or the tower?

I don't see why we need to go all the way back to the tower.

[also-- BROKE]

Mmhm. [he'll start them off in the proper direction, then. the hideout works for him.

he starts off all cozy distance, very close, but slowly drifts to a more casual walking distance as they go on. he makes smalltalk, but nothing interesting. then there's a longer gap of silence as they're getting close, where he starts getting closer to Tek again.

until he just stops walking completely, a few blocks away.]

I've been thinking.

Edited 2012-07-16 23:25 (UTC)

[he could tell. The little signs had been pretty clear. He's just glad that Robin's deciding to share whatever it is.

Still, he gets a few paces past him before he stops and glances back]

About?

...You would have carried that fucking argument all the way across the city.

[he doesn't look... angry. but there's something in his voice. maybe it's annoyance, or maybe it's something more grating. maybe it's weariness disguised as disbelief.]

[he tilts his head, looking more confused than anything]

What argument?

[as in, which one. hadn't they already had a few today?]

Earlier, in the shop.

[the fingers of his dominant hand are down by his side, but he wiggles them like he did when there was a dagger to roll between them.]

[the movement of his fingers call his eyes downward for a second, thoughtfully, before he glances back up. Hmm.]

So what?

So. You're callous, and selfish.

[he walks back up to him again, circles to stand in front of him.]

And I don't think you take me seriously.

[ah, this is suddenly interesting, and he shifts accordingly. he smiles a little, but quietly moves his weight back onto one foot without thinking about it]

Of course I do.

No. [he glances at nothing for a second, until his attention flickers back to Tek.] I don't think you do.

But that's not really what I was thinking about.

[he reaches out, seizes Tek by the jaw, and kisses him. roughly.]

[there is that split second where Robin moves, and Tek is ready for something bad to happen, simply out of reactionary instinct. He hadn't known what to expect, and that always puts him on edge.

But then it's something decidedly not bad, and he's left with a decision to make. He's suddenly found himself in a situation that he doesn't want to waste.

...So, after a surprised sound in his throat and some tension... he brings up an arm to push against Robin's chest a little]

[he knows what he's doing. and he wants to make it clear from the start that this is his turn to get what he wants. his chance to use the other.

he growls at him, really growls, and Tek can feel it when he bares his teeth to do it. that arm gets shoved out of the way, Robin's fingers curled around the offending wrist. his teeth turn into a bite at his jaw. that turns into mouthing his neck, possessive.]

[it works too well. Tek's little bit of resistance is met with a threat, a real one. Robin finally--finally finally--isn't letting him get away with trying to take control. He's bullied back, truly caught off guard with it, and the reaction is immediate.

At the shove, the bite, there is a shocked '--nnh!' ...but it's in the wrong voice.

Robin gets violent, takes charge, and Tek is surprised into a completely unwitting gender switch.]

[oh, he knows what that means, too. he can't help but laugh, burying the noise in the crook of his--her shoulder, while he breathes her in. they're always strange to him, these transitions; it feels almost like he should reintroduce himself.

so he straightens, the last of his chuckling left in open air. he stops gripping her wrist to grab her by the hip instead and pull her up against him. his other hand is almost immediately buried in that hair he likes, palm pressed up against her cheek.]

You like that? [gods, it makes him want to laugh all over again. he settles for kissing her instead, consuming and indulgent and completely ignorant of their surroundings.]

[can't really draw the mental line to how they ended up right here, like this, but that only adds to it-- the answer to that question is yes.

It's still taking her a breathless moment to catch up to the whole thing, but once she does, she's kissing him back with some ferocity. And then fingers are digging into the fabric of his shirt so she can pull him closer, until her chest is pressed up against his too.

Finally, there is that purr--]

[--which then rolls down into a deeper tone as he changes back, as if he's just now remembering Robin's preference and has realized his mistake]

[he can feel that under his lips. his hands are shaking, holding a different face, fingers tightened up in different hair. it's the hair he likes less, but the throat he likes more, so he scrapes his teeth over the skin there because he wants to hear Tek make that noise in this voice.

he could go on and on with his preferences--he could tell him to change back this or that or just stick to one fucking gender already--but he won't. because that would take time, and he doesn't want to stop tasting him to say it.

he rolls his hips up against him, already wanting, ready to just take and take and take.]

[this is exactly what he's been looking for. Searching and striving. It's something so rare and exact that he's in a perpetual state of starvation for it.

He wants to be wanted. He wants to be wanted so badly that it's demanded of him, just like this.

He's just... he's so happy.

And just as his hands start to get restless, Robin moves. Fingers immediately untangle from his shirt and rake down his sides until they land on hips and dig in a little there. The tension is already so bad. Just hungry and racing all over, crackling, like a spark to dry kindling]

[the touch, fingers digging into his hips, make it even worse. there's so much going into this, so many coiled-tight thoughts and horrible instinctual things he wants to do. he couldn't keep it all down even if he still had a reason to.

and he doesn't. not anymore.

he doesn't let him get away with that for long, reaching down to pry Tek's hands away and shove him--with no warning or reservation--back towards the side of some apartment building unfortunate enough for them to have stopped in front of.

the idea of it makes his stomach turn, makes him feel sick with nervousness, but he pushes it down in favor of striding forward, pressing himself close again, running a hand up the other's thigh. he grabs his ass, bites at his lip, growls at the back of his throat again to drown himself in indulgence instead of lingering on stupid things he doesn't want to think about anyway.]

[This, this, this! It's what he'd been looking for in that kitchen, back when he'd been feverish enough to try and make it happen. Pinned up against a wall, everything heedlessly kinetic, the only point of interest in the whole universe in that moment.

Part of him wonders what changed. He has one moment--while his back hits the wall with a grunt--to wonder at what exactly rolled over in Robin's mind to cause this.

But then he has no more room to think about it, with the sound of a growl filling his head instead. It's not the precise noise he's used to hearing, but it's close enough. It has the same effect, pulling that certain rumble up out of his throat again to echo it, because it is a sound that is meant to be shared.

It's more perfect than he could have asked for.

When he pushes against Robin, it's not an attempt to get him away. He's bracing himself, sliding one leg up against Robin's and then rolling his spine, an expert little undulation that hoists his back to a slightly higher point up on the wall. Just a few inches, just enough to matter]

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