[maybe he doesn't notice. maybe his hands aren't as touchy as his throat or the spikes hidden on his scalp. Robin bumps up against long fingers and knuckles, with delicate scales somewhere there, and filed-down claws.
his fingers are probably somewhere very far from his brain, right now. floating and distant--his breathing doesn't change, and no new tension begins to well up in the chest that Robin has an ear pressed to. he even stretches his ribs a little in a deeper breath, unconsciously reflecting a bit of Robin's sigh.
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his fingers are probably somewhere very far from his brain, right now. floating and distant--his breathing doesn't change, and no new tension begins to well up in the chest that Robin has an ear pressed to. he even stretches his ribs a little in a deeper breath, unconsciously reflecting a bit of Robin's sigh.
Robin can have this one.]