[Irahl hasn't been sleeping, but he has been somewhere not quite here. he's no stranger to just unplugging from his body for a while, so it's rather nice to do so out of choice rather than necessity. he's almost enjoying it, for a minute there--hypnotized by the constant rhythm of little doting motions.
maybe he underestimates the fact that Robin might really make a move for something like this. or maybe he's too far in his own head, drifting deep in some other place and some other time.
either way, he doesn't catch him in time. as Robin goes sneaking, the hand on his back suddenly curls, dragging dull claws over the cloth of his shirt. and, with another growl--annoyed and confused--Irahl lifts his head enough to look down at him.]
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maybe he underestimates the fact that Robin might really make a move for something like this. or maybe he's too far in his own head, drifting deep in some other place and some other time.
either way, he doesn't catch him in time. as Robin goes sneaking, the hand on his back suddenly curls, dragging dull claws over the cloth of his shirt. and, with another growl--annoyed and confused--Irahl lifts his head enough to look down at him.]