[Robin has to work at catching his breath too, but for other reasons. he wipes absently at his mouth, sitting up, his face half-numb from how much he's had to drink. seeing the results of his good work is very gratifying, though the image of Irahl sprawled out in a messy heap isn't being seared into his memory as sharply as he would have liked.
because there's something else occupying the majority of his mind right now. he can't ignore it. he sidles down next to Irahl, ignorant of any bliss he may be interrupting, grinding ineffectually against his leg.]
Irahl... [his crooning is almost cute, but carries an unfortunate, helpless whine. maybe Robin has forgotten, in his fervor, just how unlikely it is that Irahl would give him a hand.]
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because there's something else occupying the majority of his mind right now. he can't ignore it. he sidles down next to Irahl, ignorant of any bliss he may be interrupting, grinding ineffectually against his leg.]
Irahl... [his crooning is almost cute, but carries an unfortunate, helpless whine. maybe Robin has forgotten, in his fervor, just how unlikely it is that Irahl would give him a hand.]