Well, pardon these two knuckleheads for not realizing Irahl's earlier no-holds-barred race to get out of Skeleton City was entirely based on misinformed panic. At least they both pick up on Irahl's surprise now. Vincent is a little relieved once he thinks about it, glad that the guy doesn't hate the Underground so much that he feels he has to leave now... Though Robin is a little saltier, given that he had a gun trained at him about it and all that.
Robin has no idea what "harpies" means, which is why he feels even saltier as Vincent makes a noise of recognition and nods gravely. The fuck are these two talking about?
"Mm, no. Good point." Vincent agrees, "Guess we're stayin' here for a bit. I already ran a marathon tryin' to find you fuckers today anyway."
At least it seems to be settled. Robin crosses his arms, regards the both of them reclined on the couch. Now that there's no emergency, he's already getting anxious to leave--he should check on Tek (and fight off the oncoming fear that Tek somehow already knows that someone else from Nor is here), he should get a few things, he should... Take a couple hours to reassess his life and tabulate risks. And he can't do any of that if he's still here watching Irahl.
The instinct is still there. He'd thought he'd shoved all of that pretty far behind him, but apparently it's a lot closer to the surface than he realized. And he's always hated not having control over things he likes. As stressful as it is, a favorite person of his has just been plucked out of the ether and dropped into his lap.
It says a lot about how much Robin trusts Vincent that he's even considering leaving the two of them together alone to be better friends than he thinks he and Irahl ever were.
"Later, then. If we have time, I can go pick some things up for a trip." And he can go check to make sure that passageway is still secure, since he hasn't actually used it in a couple of years. "You two can catch up, since it seems like you've got a lot to talk about."
"Are you gonna be okay on your own?" Vincent asks this in Robin's direction, a surprisingly blunt question for the demigod, though he says it so casually that it lacks any hint of condescension. Just a friend checking on a friend.
Doesn't mean Robin isn't momentarily blindsided by the question. He doesn't blink and doesn't respond for whole seconds too long before finally coming up with an answer.
"Yeah. Promise I'm not gonna get up to anything." An odd flash of a smile, "Besides, I was threatened into coming back. Pretty sure."
"Mmhm," Vincent confirms, setting the carton of food on his lap so he can properly recline, knitting his fingers behind his head. Robin didn't really answer his question, but Robin rarely does when he asks things like this. Vincent pauses before saying anything else, in case Irahl seems like he's got a strong opinion about Robin's leaving one way or another.
no subject
Robin has no idea what "harpies" means, which is why he feels even saltier as Vincent makes a noise of recognition and nods gravely. The fuck are these two talking about?
"Mm, no. Good point." Vincent agrees, "Guess we're stayin' here for a bit. I already ran a marathon tryin' to find you fuckers today anyway."
At least it seems to be settled. Robin crosses his arms, regards the both of them reclined on the couch. Now that there's no emergency, he's already getting anxious to leave--he should check on Tek (and fight off the oncoming fear that Tek somehow already knows that someone else from Nor is here), he should get a few things, he should... Take a couple hours to reassess his life and tabulate risks. And he can't do any of that if he's still here watching Irahl.
The instinct is still there. He'd thought he'd shoved all of that pretty far behind him, but apparently it's a lot closer to the surface than he realized. And he's always hated not having control over things he likes. As stressful as it is, a favorite person of his has just been plucked out of the ether and dropped into his lap.
It says a lot about how much Robin trusts Vincent that he's even considering leaving the two of them together alone to be better friends than he thinks he and Irahl ever were.
"Later, then. If we have time, I can go pick some things up for a trip." And he can go check to make sure that passageway is still secure, since he hasn't actually used it in a couple of years. "You two can catch up, since it seems like you've got a lot to talk about."
"Are you gonna be okay on your own?" Vincent asks this in Robin's direction, a surprisingly blunt question for the demigod, though he says it so casually that it lacks any hint of condescension. Just a friend checking on a friend.
Doesn't mean Robin isn't momentarily blindsided by the question. He doesn't blink and doesn't respond for whole seconds too long before finally coming up with an answer.
"Yeah. Promise I'm not gonna get up to anything." An odd flash of a smile, "Besides, I was threatened into coming back. Pretty sure."
"Mmhm," Vincent confirms, setting the carton of food on his lap so he can properly recline, knitting his fingers behind his head. Robin didn't really answer his question, but Robin rarely does when he asks things like this. Vincent pauses before saying anything else, in case Irahl seems like he's got a strong opinion about Robin's leaving one way or another.