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MINGLING POST

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]

[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

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[he groans a little and leans his face as far away as he can get, but he's still smirking. Still in a good mood even after all of this.]

Then, we're going inside. [--mostly because Robin's not going to get much warmth off of him out here. He's only dragging his body temperature down further.

C'mon, let's go.]

Mm...

[he... stops holding so tight, slides off him a little, stops standing on his tip-toes to get around him and tuck himself under an arm instead.

...and brush another chunk of ice out of his hair.]

You know, I'm almost inclined to say that was cheating.

[he'll amble them toward the front doors then. He'll leave his arm slung around Robin, but he's clenching his fingers to try and work feeling back into them. He can't exactly rub his hands together or anything now.]

Cheating? I wasn't aware of any rules.

Oh, there's always rules in a snowball right.

[he would help, but his own hands feel just as cold. at least to him.]

Buuut, they vary from region to region... and there are different rules for different territories, home games, away games...

So you can just consider yourself lucky.

[he gives him an amused look out of the corner of his eye as he goes on, like he can't figure out how much of this he's making up.]

...I'll just take your word for it.

Good. It's probably easier that way.

[he laughs, since goodness, this has turned out much better than he was expecting.]

[for real... usually, setting out to intentionally bother the hell out of Robin doesn't go nearly so well. He even got to win the snow fight. So, he hardly even minds when he has to be the one to get the door because Robin's tucked under an arm.]

Thank you for being so merciful, then. I'm new to these things, after all.

Are you really?

[which he says with that weird... innocent curiosity of his, that little bit that only comes up when he's talking about things very close to him. since it's odd, though, he cuts it off fast and continues:]

Well. If it snows more when winter really shows up, then you'll get plenty of practice.

[he notes it quietly and doesn't pick at it, preserving everyone's good mood.

...though he's not going so far as to agree with that last bit.]

I think I've had my fill, thank you.

Have you?

[he considers his face a moment... before he just darts up to peck him on the cheek. C:]

[ha, maybe he should kill plants in front of him and bury him in snow more often. He gives a satisfied hum that is almost a laugh]

Yes.

[and, before Robin can try to convince him of the benefits of playing in the snow, he changes topics without warning]

When were you born?

[whoa, that was sudden.] When?

Do you mean... What part of the year?

[yes good. topic change successful.]

Mhmm.

In Tega. The eighteenth.

That's, uh... [he forgets exactly how it translates over. this place has like three months too many.] ...That's in late Spring, I think.

[that's a close enough answer for him]

Ah, that explains it.

...whaddya mean, 'that explains it'.

[tugs on his sleeve a little. you best hope he doesn't go back to draping.]

[he gives him that halfway sneaky look that usually means he's quietly making fun of him, even if the thought isn't actually so sinister this time. ...he likes making him worry.]

Just, how you are. [--even though it'll end up being harmless, he'll let him think that it's one of those conversations again]

Oh. You mean brilliant? Charismatic? Gorgeous?

[oops he's slinked out from under Tek's arm so that he can attach himself to his back again. draping would be a good word, climbing his hands up over his shoulders and down his chest like knuckley spiders.]

Though I'd argue the last one is so amazing that it defies any and all explanation, really.

[ha, he really shouldn't laugh--it will just be encouraging--but he does. That's not the reaction he'd expected, it's obnoxious, and he can't seem to mind so much right now. Then the sound rolls into an eeeugh type of noise, as the cold of the melted snow starts to seep through fabric. He'd just started to warm up.]

You certainly do defy all rational, reasonable explanation.

[he resists the urge to hang onto Robin's wrists by crossing his arms in front of him instead]

[and he shouldn't chuckle back, because this is all making fun if him--but he does, getting his cold human-shell fingers all over what parts of Tek's hands he can reach.]

A fire would be nice. What do you think?

[eegh he wriggles his fingers to untangle them from Robin's freezing hands, and finally tries to kindly... shrug him the hell off of him]

That would be nice.

[--oh! and he suddenly stops, struck by a thought]

...I wonder if I could get those metal men to build me a fireplace this winter. [since they'd built him such a nice bathroom]

[fine fiiiine, he'll link away and keep his cold, wetness to himself. absolutely trying to warm his hands up by his mouth, though--they really are freezing.

...though he looks just as delighted by the thought of a fireplace being built in Tek's room as Tek does, I'm sure.]

Now that is a novel idea. Fully encouraged.

[since neither of them had really picked a destination to head towards, the lobby fireplace lures him over. he's looking at it for inspiration.]

...It seems like an awful lot of work. [ash. wood. ventilation.]

And everything I have is flammable. [hmm.] Oh, and the smoke...

[snort.] Are you giving up already?

[he's got to show him what a good idea it is! a perfect idea! he'll just kneel down in front of it, draw a little design in the soot there (a very simple circle and some squiggles), and subtly bleed on it in that finger-bitey way that he does.

and boom, you've got little sparks catching all up in there. it'll be perfect in no time.]

I don't want my things smelling like--

[--whoa he did not know that Robin could do that. Immediately shutting up and getting closer, peering at the budding flames]

...You control fire?

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