[lucky for the dragon, affection and appeasement are basically the same thing when it comes to Robin. he was already swayed, momentarily, by Irahl's sounds as he'd played at his neck... nearly smiling at the fact that it kind of sounds like he'd liked it. he would have chased him down if it weren't for a hand suddenly bumbling towards his face, resting at his cheek.
he's drunk. he's horny. but beyond all of that, he is and always will be a hopeless romantic.
so having a hand dragged through his hair is almost the most amazing thing that's ever happened to him. the booze helps turn the experience into a euphoria he likely won't remember tomorrow. Irahl's efforts get a long, appreciative hum as Robin swims in a whole little world of his own, finally and bizarrely settling down.
mostly. he hasn't forgotten why he's still over here, but it takes him a while to find his way through his own squishy heart. eventually he mumbles something in resignation, but he doesn't sound all that put out about it.
he doesn't go far, but he at least has the decency to haul his own nerve-wired body up and roll away from his bedmate.]
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he's drunk. he's horny. but beyond all of that, he is and always will be a hopeless romantic.
so having a hand dragged through his hair is almost the most amazing thing that's ever happened to him. the booze helps turn the experience into a euphoria he likely won't remember tomorrow. Irahl's efforts get a long, appreciative hum as Robin swims in a whole little world of his own, finally and bizarrely settling down.
mostly. he hasn't forgotten why he's still over here, but it takes him a while to find his way through his own squishy heart. eventually he mumbles something in resignation, but he doesn't sound all that put out about it.
he doesn't go far, but he at least has the decency to haul his own nerve-wired body up and roll away from his bedmate.]