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accordancy2012-06-09 09:46 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in accordancy2012-06-09 09:46 pm
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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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Because he's penning marks all over him, and there isn't a damn thing that Tek can do about it. Just gasp and set his teeth and suffer every shock that the starbursts of pleasurepain send through him. He'd never have allowed that if he'd had a say in the matter... but he can't really find it in himself to be terribly upset about it. He can't even breathe through it.
Even when Robin captures and wounds him with a kiss. All he can manage is a hissed inhale and breathy cursing once he's free, and he can't even keep that up for more than a moment. It's all he can do to drop his head down in the next moment, resting against his partner's shoulder while he focuses on catching his breath.
...Alright, alright. He gets it now. Robin wins.]
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he feels so much better now. even if they've disturbed the neighborhood and made a mess. even if Tek is going to bitch about it later. he leaves a last kiss against his neck, but it's lazy and languid.
eventually he supposes he should probably get his pants back on properly.]