[he almost catches it (or so it seems), as he makes a curious little noise in response to the squirming and adjusting... just wondering what it is that has his new friend moving into a new position. maybe he would have pursued it further if there wasn't a very welcome hand there to distract him a few seconds later.
it's very effective. he does not seem to mind the touch at all, even as fingers run over bands of metal and those deep, old scars of his. for a moment, he's sorely tempted to throw all of his reservations away and just... dive into him, because he does like the attention and he does want to feel more of him, and most importantly, he's so charmed that this person has almost completely eclipsed his pervasive thoughts of Robin and all of his frustrating, pointless games.
this game has a point, and he'd like to win it.
unfortunately, just as he starts to try and express this through his own wandering hands and slow, encouraging shifting against the other--there's a voice from the opening of their little nest-chamber.]
Aw, shit-- Hey, go back down!
[his attention snaps away, his whole body tensing back at some perceived threat--but to his surprise, there's just some greasy-looking guy peering up over the edge of the entrance.]
Ugh, fuck, man. Get a room...
[someone below him asks some confused question, and the first one hurriedly shouts back down that this one's already full... while doing his best to duck awkwardly back out of sight himself and clumsily skitter down the way he had come.
somewhere in all of this, Tonic suddenly bursts into laughter.]
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it's very effective. he does not seem to mind the touch at all, even as fingers run over bands of metal and those deep, old scars of his. for a moment, he's sorely tempted to throw all of his reservations away and just... dive into him, because he does like the attention and he does want to feel more of him, and most importantly, he's so charmed that this person has almost completely eclipsed his pervasive thoughts of Robin and all of his frustrating, pointless games.
this game has a point, and he'd like to win it.
unfortunately, just as he starts to try and express this through his own wandering hands and slow, encouraging shifting against the other--there's a voice from the opening of their little nest-chamber.]
Aw, shit-- Hey, go back down!
[his attention snaps away, his whole body tensing back at some perceived threat--but to his surprise, there's just some greasy-looking guy peering up over the edge of the entrance.]
Ugh, fuck, man. Get a room...
[someone below him asks some confused question, and the first one hurriedly shouts back down that this one's already full... while doing his best to duck awkwardly back out of sight himself and clumsily skitter down the way he had come.
somewhere in all of this, Tonic suddenly bursts into laughter.]