[the growl turns into a groan, then turns into a sigh, and then he just shuts up. It's not like Robin is going to give up and go somewhere else, and he isn't just going lay there and magically get better. he knows. the only place that Robin usually goes from here is worse.
so... he tries to roll over as carefully and unobtrusively as he can, but the whole bed still jostles. he's unwieldy in tight spaces to begin with, even without the alcohol, so Robin is lucky that he doesn't get elbowed in the side of the head.
he's on his side when he settles, facing Robin--and it takes a minute more for his head to stop swimming enough for him to notice that he's much closer and looming over more than he'd like to be. so, once that gets through, he scoots back a little for a bit more space.]
All the gods... You take everything so fucking personally.
[it's mumbled. probably the closest Irahl gets to slurring.]
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so... he tries to roll over as carefully and unobtrusively as he can, but the whole bed still jostles. he's unwieldy in tight spaces to begin with, even without the alcohol, so Robin is lucky that he doesn't get elbowed in the side of the head.
he's on his side when he settles, facing Robin--and it takes a minute more for his head to stop swimming enough for him to notice that he's much closer and looming over more than he'd like to be. so, once that gets through, he scoots back a little for a bit more space.]
All the gods... You take everything so fucking personally.
[it's mumbled. probably the closest Irahl gets to slurring.]
...I don't like anyone.