[while Robin revels in the comfort of the bed, Irahl lingers in the doorway. he's either warily scoping out the room before getting settled, judging Robin for taking up the whole bed... or he's just taking a minute to stand there and be drunk.
eventually, he gets over whatever it is and makes his way in to sit on the very edge of the bed, dropping down with a big, heavy-lunged sigh. and a moment or two after that, he slowly and carefully leeeeeans over to set his own bottles on the floor.]
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eventually, he gets over whatever it is and makes his way in to sit on the very edge of the bed, dropping down with a big, heavy-lunged sigh. and a moment or two after that, he slowly and carefully leeeeeans over to set his own bottles on the floor.]