psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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robin,
tekhetsio

Accord // Canon

He has had... a fantastic break. Finding Michael again, making a new "friend", even Euri showing up has put him in a better place than he was before. He hadn't realized it, but Tek is a lot of work. It was nice to not have to battle off mind games and manipulation and his many petty fits over nothing.

But just like he said Tek was a real snake, he also said he liked him. And it's true, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered showing up again so soon. Tracking down the distinct feeling of him through the tower, he's eventually knocking on his door.

"Hey," called through the door. "You busy?"

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It's true. And it's the smell of the food that does most of the work. Aside from what he'd eaten on his 'date,' food had as much priority as sleep had, this week. So, his stomach prods him all the way awake.

Still looking sleepy, he hoists himself up onto his elbows, leaning toward the bag curiously.

"It worked? ...What is it?"

He only nods and opens up the bag. It'll definitely start to smell familiar as he fishes around for a nice-looking one, since he got these from the place they went last time.

And then he holds out a meatbun for him. The best, most perfect food ever created. --Aside from waffles.

"I think that city kid was about to have a heart attack, though."

He slides his legs under him so he can sit up properly, eyes locked on the meatbun.

"Why? What did you do?"

Then, he pauses in reaching for it, glancing around as he suddenly debates whether he's really going to allow food on his bed or not.

Robin makes something of a trade: puts the meatbun in his hand before picking up the bag and keeping it safely cradled in his lap. It's not greasy food, but who knows what could sink to the bottom. It's paper. There's sauce involved. He's preventing potential disaster.

"Nothing. He just thought I was crazy."

He starts reaching into the bag to get something for himself, too.

"Just don't think they come here, maybe for a reason. The guy was pretty spooked." Jabbing his thumb, as if it's the same subject. "--More food's back there."

"Understandable." --Both about the guy not wanting to come to the tower, and thinking that Robin was crazy.

And he's still conflicted, reluctantly letting his eyes leave the bag in Robin's lap to glance past him toward the rest of the haul. But, in the end, his stomach ends the argument. He finishes off the meatbun in two bites, regardless of how hot it might be.

"...This was a good idea."

He won't argue either. A lot of people think he's crazy. It's something he's learned to take pride in, every once in a while.

He's only got one bite in his mouth when Tek finishes his off... so he finishes chewing and holds out the bag. Tek might as well be the official holder of the things, given that he'll eat most of them himself.

It was a good idea, but he says nothing about that, either.

"You're cute when you sleep."

Smiling. That was more important, while he's thinking about it.

He'll claim custody of that, sure. And he's moved onto his second one, looking like he might say something once he's done chewing, but Robin cuts in with his little comment.

It makes him pause, and he narrows his eyes with this look like he can't figure out whether Robin is being sarcastic or not. It's not exactly something he's often told.

He sees that look. He's a little taken-aback by the implication.

"Hey, I mean it! You just looked really... comfortable, you know?"

He was going to say 'happy', but somehow he doesn't think that would sit quite right with Tek. Besides, he thinks he's mentioned before that he likes Tek happy anyway. He busies himself with finishing his first snack.

There's a pause, to switch from a skeptical expression to a meaningless smirk.

"I don't know if I like the thought of you watching me while I sleep," just a joking reply to have something to say, because he's keeping whatever he really thinks--if there is anything--close to his chest.

He's taking a little more time with his second snack, now that there's something in his stomach.

"Well, that is kind of creepy..." He admits this with half a mouth full, careful to keep crumbs from escaping. "Maybe I should just stick to saying you're cute all the time."

He says it with a smirk, but he means it with a sort of bizarre truth to it. That happens when he starts getting too happy. He gets too honest. It's a major flaw of his, really.

But he shifts away from it while he leans over and stretches to try grabbing the tops of the other bags between his fingers (with minimal success).

"I also got some of that almond chicken stuff, stir fry, rice... tons of stuff in here."

Honesty is... something. It's strange that it actually makes it harder for him to sort out the meaning behind. Either way, the reply to it is a noncommittal one, just a sound around a smirk.

And, he doesn't bother dwelling on it. When Robin leans and goes reaching, Tek reaches too... and pushes him just a little. He sees how little success he's having on his own, so...

He's helping, really.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Partly out of surprise, partly because he's tipping dangerously over. He managed to snatch up one of the bags before putting everything into a sudden swing back up onto the bed.

"You get the next one," said with a 'smartass' excluded from the end.

And, if anything was quietly bothering him before, it's suddenly all better. It's really only noticeable by comparison.

He looks satisfied, and vastly more comfortable. He even resettles himself where he's sitting on the bed, shifting over so he can lean a little on a wall of pillows, folding his legs up beside him. Probably just balancing some meaningless set of scales in his head, like he does.

"What did you grab?"

Robin will frown at him a moment longer, mostly because he can't push him back (or he could, but he wouldn't go anywhere). But food heals all wounds, so he eventually busies himself with pulling boxes out of the bag.

"This looks like mostly rice and anything that could leak--" Holding the boxes up, looking concerned at the bed. "--Should I pull over a table or something?"

He's not the only one looking concerned about that. Robin is toying with an unforgivable offense, there. It's enough to stop Tek from looking so smug, at any rate.

"Yes." ...Not that he conveniently has one available or anything.

He draws the boxes in closer to himself, in case any potential spillage does occur. His clothes will suffer before Tek's beloved high threadcount sheets see so much as a stain.

But after a quick glance around a room, the real problem becomes evident.

"I imagine you'll be upset if I move things."

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