[yeah, he knows the sound. he's had to do this drunk, high--he's been with enough of them to feel that pang, that warning strike, even through the midst of his intoxicated haze. he edges off. he drops into submission behind him. but, unlike the other times, he takes this one personally.
he sounds... mad? upset? it's hard to tell, with the alcohol in the way.]
Why? Why won't you let me? Am I not good enough for you?
[now it tilts dangerously towards upset. Robin's weight curls a little, tensing.]
no subject
he sounds... mad? upset? it's hard to tell, with the alcohol in the way.]
Why? Why won't you let me? Am I not good enough for you?
[now it tilts dangerously towards upset. Robin's weight curls a little, tensing.]
Don't you like me?