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psychoshenanigans2016-10-08 08:22 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in psychoshenanigans2016-10-08 08:22 pm
HIGHSCHOOL AU // WHY DO WE DO THIS TO OURSELVES
[hey oh hey, it's just a normal day! he's sitting at his desk in his room at home, doing his homework, now that the self-congratulatory excitement of the previous day has sort of worn itself down. he's definitely looking forward to his and Tek's next meeting (or... date?) but he foolishly thinks there will be a period of reality to deal with before the snuggle-shark comes knocking again.
so, biology. chewing on the end of his pen while he tries to memorize vocab. there's a quiz on Friday, and his grade's been stuck at a solid C for one report card too long. it's hard to want to focus when there's still sun outside, though, and games to play... an internet to browse...
ugh, why can't plant anatomy be more interesting?? it's not like he's going to need to know this shit in the future...]
so, biology. chewing on the end of his pen while he tries to memorize vocab. there's a quiz on Friday, and his grade's been stuck at a solid C for one report card too long. it's hard to want to focus when there's still sun outside, though, and games to play... an internet to browse...
ugh, why can't plant anatomy be more interesting?? it's not like he's going to need to know this shit in the future...]
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--either that, or the recent developments have been nothing but douses of indelible fuel thrown on the fire of his brain, and sitting down to focus on anything has become impossible.
whatever the reason, he's not at home like a good son should be, studying and trying to make up for the day of school that he missed. no, he's over at his shiny new toy's house, and homework is the very last thing on his mind.
he doesn't bother knocking, and he only (maniacally) rings the doorbell for a few seconds before he decides that Robin probably can't hear him and is taking too long to answer.
so, before Robin can get too far (if he even bothers to move at all) something small cracks into his windowpane.]
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in the time it takes for him to debate getting up and checking to see if someone is actually at the door, there comes another sound. a little crack right at his window.
...which he stares at for several long seconds before he finally gets up, crosses the room, and looks down to see what the fuck is going on down there.]
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[Tek should still be able to hear that down on the lawn, as muffled as it is by the glass of the window. rock or not, Robin wrenches his window open and sticks his head out to yell to the teen down below.]
What the fuck, man?
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Hey! Come down and unlock your door.
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[...but he twirls dramatically away, because he's going to come downstairs and unlock the door. he's already yelling again by the time Tek can hear him approaching from the hall...]
What if I wasn't home, huh? Couldn't you have, like, called or something?
[boop-beep-boop, security system unarmed! he opens the door for his undeserving friend.]
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[because there he is, opening the door and welcoming him in like magic. he sashays past Robin and into the house, immediately leaning on the wall right by the door so he can start unhooking the latches on his boots.]
And don't overreact. You sound like a mom.
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Easy for you to say, when you're not the one who'd have to explain to the cops why their window is broken.
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Hey, what time is it? Have you eaten yet?
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[said more to himself as he rolls his eyes, fishing his phone out of his back pocket.]
It's... Five-thirty, and not really...
[he'd ask "why do you ask?" but he thinks he knows where this is starting to go.]
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[the other boot clunks triumphantly down next to its sibling, and Tek is now properly ready to infiltrate the rest of Robin's house.]
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Why, are you expecting me to feed you?
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What, are you going to eat by yourself and not offer me any?
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[which he'd love to claim as true... even as he knows he's probably going to just cook the guy something to eat so he doesn't starve tonight. funny, for how much he complained about the window, he kind of likes Tek acting like he's right at home here, and follows obediently.
is this a usual thing, now? are they just skipping right to the "home invasion" part of dating?]
How long are you staying? Don't you have homework, and stuff?
[now that he's here, Robin's noticed that Tek didn't exactly bring a backpack with him...]
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and Tek knows that Robin doesn't really mind, so he doesn't bother commenting on it or offering any sort of response or reaction to his first question. moving right on to the important stuff.]
I don't know. Probably.
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[he gets the sense (and he's gotten this from day one) that Tek has a way of aggressively avoiding any and all problems that come his way, including boring things he doesn't much want to do. the better half of him thinks it's irresponsible, but the lesser and more impulsive half of him can absolutely understand.
he smacks the top of the door frame as he walks into the kitchen proper. because he can.]
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[because he really wasn't in class today. oops. and he's also headed right for the fridge, to go snooping.]
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sounding confused, he leans in:] Did you not go to school today?
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...Yeah? You dropped me off at my house.
[to him, it should have been obvious that's where he'd intended to stay all day. that's apparently what all of those "it'll be fine's" had meant.]
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[he continues hanging in the doorway, somewhat useless and wide-eyed with the realization. he guesses he didn't see him around at all--he had assumed that Tek was just elsewhere, but he was really skipping out all day...]
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I would have been so late. And I didn't feel good...
[--what with the being at least a little hungover and everything. and he only gives it a few seconds before he deflects off somewhere else, sounding surprised when he opens one of the crisper drawers.]
...Did you buy this stuff, or did your mom buy it before she left? [because those sure look like semi-fresh vegetables.]
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and since the other boy is busy rifling through his crisper drawers and not paying attention, Robin finds himself free to admire how the guy really looks like a hot chick from behind, especially in that skirt.]
...Huh? [he comes back to reality at the question, realizing he's kind of just been hanging there with nothing going on in his brain. he finally detaches and saunters into the room, wandering closer.] Oh, yeah, uh, she gets someone to bring stuff over. I'll make you something, if you really want...
[of course, he continues to sound off-handed and casual about his cooking skill.]
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Robin continues to bullshit his way through dumb chatter and easy gossip. they wind up lounging around one of the sitting rooms, eating greasy pizza around fancy couches, and letting the television play Scream 2 (or maybe Scream 3--Robin says he has trouble telling them apart) as background noise.
eventually, Robin glances at his phone, sees the time, and realizes...]
So, uh... Are you staying all night again? I should get my homework done...
[he's stretched out on one of the couches at this point, and cranes his neck to look over at his visitor curiously.] Did you... have homework? I guess you didn't go to school...