[this seems like a perfect plan--at first, anyway. Tek plays along in the nice, easy ways. Robin doesn't have to think ahead or compare anything to what he knows, because the person he's making out with could be anyone, and there's nothing to say that they couldn't just stay right here where that won't be challenged.
Tek leans into him like a girl, with his weight perched to the side, all in the hips. An arm sneaks up onto shoulders, fingers with nice nails go into Robin's hair.
he won't have to think about whatever is going to come next and who exactly he's with until playing nice isn't enough anymore. Tek only has so much patience for that... and when it runs out, he's compelled to start restlessly picking at the hem of Robin's shirt to get a hand underneath.]
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Tek leans into him like a girl, with his weight perched to the side, all in the hips. An arm sneaks up onto shoulders, fingers with nice nails go into Robin's hair.
he won't have to think about whatever is going to come next and who exactly he's with until playing nice isn't enough anymore. Tek only has so much patience for that... and when it runs out, he's compelled to start restlessly picking at the hem of Robin's shirt to get a hand underneath.]