[it is only Robin's blatant inebriation that keeps him from laughing at Irahl. the sniper has several bottles' worth of alcohol to thank for the fact that Robin won't hold this against him for the rest of his life.]
Wow.
[still, that won't stop him from some slightly-delayed reaction. he makes a face.]
You are wasted, buddy. I'm gonna turn off the light.
[Irahl's endearing state earns him a shoulder pat, before Robin crawls over him to reach for the light on his bedside table. any suggestive posing he manages is actually a complete accident--more the result of his natural state of being than any actual attempts at seduction.]
no subject
Wow.
[still, that won't stop him from some slightly-delayed reaction. he makes a face.]
You are wasted, buddy. I'm gonna turn off the light.
[Irahl's endearing state earns him a shoulder pat, before Robin crawls over him to reach for the light on his bedside table. any suggestive posing he manages is actually a complete accident--more the result of his natural state of being than any actual attempts at seduction.]