psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

"Unless there's anywhere else you think you can make it to."

He wouldn't mind another show, as long as he doesn't get dragged down too. Which, speaking of--he puts an arm around the back of Robin's shoulders before he can lose his balance and grab Tek's hand or anything, and he does so lightly.

Just going to gently start to guide him along and see how that goes.

"Well, thinking..." It takes him a ridiculously long time to come up with the word he's looking for, while being guided along. "--efficiently, if I didn't make it down the hall then I'm just gonna end up the carpet wherever we go anyway, and that--"

He suddenly points at Tek, getting just a little too close to his nose, "Isn't socially assept--whoa hey." He takes his hand back. "That was close. No more pointing."

Yeah, the only thing that really saves Robin is the fact that he thought to catch himself before anything unfortunate happened. Tek's head darts snakishly backward, and his smirk evaporates for a look of warning... but he leaves it at that. For now. Yeah, watch yourself, buddy.

"...If you poke me in the eye, we're going to have a problem."

"I'mmm not gonna poke you in the eye. Promise." Nodding, nodding. Then stopping. "As much as a really drunk person can promise. Because... uh, yeah. Drunk."

When they reach his room--door still hanging open--he'll carefully shrug Robin away from his shoulder and prompt him forward. If the other is heading into the room first, he's less likely to be fallen on.

"Are you that drunk? I hadn't noticed."

He chuckles and wobbles into the room and tries really hard to make it to the bed before he makes it to the floor. Which doesn't happen. He's kind of voluntarily sitting, propped up against the edge of the bed... with a dumb grin on his face. Sitting makes him feel much better.

And at least he didn't fall this time.

"You're just being nice. Hey, you should have something too."

"Should I?" At the suggestion, he's back to looking pretty amused.

Following him in, he kicks his boots off again and shuts the door. He's obviously not planning on going anywhere any time soon.

"I think everyone would be disappointed with the results of that."

Just going to wander over and take a seat on the edge of the bed right next to where Robin is propped.

Robin watches Tek's approach, smiling up at him when he takes a seat. He leans over against his leg, resting his head against his knee.

"But it's nice..."

Ugh... he really tries not to... but he can't help it. He lets half of a chuckle slip, resting his hand on Robin's head and ruffling his fingers into his hair.

"I bet it is."

And there he's perfectly happy to hum and rest his head there and soak in a little of the attention. That is... until he feels like he needs to go move again.

"So we're not eating?" He tilts his head up, trying really hard to not move Tek's hand.

He's like a big intoxicated puppy. And while Tek's not generally a fan of puppies, he can maybe make an exception in this case. He can almost understand the appeal.

Though, he does do a good job of looking put-out at Robin's question.

"...You aren't expecting me to go fetch dinner, are you?"

"Nnnnnooo." He sinks down a little. Raises his hand, but then drops it. It's too heavy.

"You're too lazy."

A little hum and he brushes more hair forward and into Robin's eyes, before taking his hand back.

"That's not a very flattering word."

But he's not going to argue it, apparently.

In fact, he tosses the book he'd been reading earlier to the ground, so he has room to pull his feet up onto the bed and stretch out along the edge of it. He couldn't look more lazy if he tried.

"You're not a very flattering word."

...But he follows that almost immediately with a confused giggle and an apology.

"That was dumb. ...Why did I even say that? Hey--"

He cranes his neck back. What are you doing up there, Tek?

"I'm gonna fall asleep. Maybe."

That was dumb, so he hums an agreement to that statement.

Then he crosses his arms and rests his chin, peering at him from a skewed angle with his head tipped back like that.

"Already? You just got here."

"Yeah, but..." He flops his arm down against the carpet again to illustrate. "When you drink a lot, it feels really heavy! I weigh like... a million pounds right now. And then it makes your eyelids all heavy and makes you want to sleep."

He drifts for a moment before suddenly making a noise and rolling over. He repositions himself to lean against the edge of the bed, though now his perspective of Tek is somewhat limited to his chest.

"But should I not? You sound like you wanna do something."

"Well, I'm not sleeping anytime soon." He hadn't been planning on sleeping anytime in the next few days. "And you were the one barging in here wanting to do something in the first place."

This is a dumb argument and he knows it. He just wants to see Robin work through it.

"It would be really pointless of you to get sleepy now, wouldn't it?"

The point does dawn on him. Slowly, but it gets there.

"Ooooooh, yeah. It would. And after I walked all the way here!"

He kind of half-slides, half-plants his arm over Tek's side. Stay tuned--he might even make it up onto the bed by the end of the night.

"It was really hard."

He doesn't bother preemptively moving over to make more room for him there on the bed. He's probably doubting his ability to ever make it that far.

"Well, I am very flattered that you thought of me, and put forth all that effort."

"You should be."

It's good that he doesn't, since Robin doesn't get much farther than that. He goes back to resting his heavy-feeling head against the side of the bed.

Hmm hmm... seeing Robin so tranquilized and immobile gives him an idea.

So, he abruptly disappears from Robin's side. He gives no warning, no explanation, just rolls away from him and moves across the entire bed, dropping his feet to the floor once he reaches the other side.

Abruptly is right. Robin's reaction is delayed, not appropriately hoisting himself up to see what's going on until well after Tek's rolling begins.

"Heeeeey," like he's been casually betrayed, "Whaddya doing over there?"

He's just going to let Robin sit and whine in drunken confusion. So heartless.

As if he can't hear him at all, he rises lazily to his feet and finishes crossing to the other side of the room to where his dresser is. And there, he opens a drawer and digs around for something--little rattling noises from actions that have absolutely nothing to do with Robin.

He does whine. Literally, he makes the noise and everything, face sinking down to be half-buried into what part of the bed he could manage to hover over in the first place. Which means he's halfway there, really.

"...Whaaaat are you looking for...?" Come on Tek, go back to paying attention to him!

He lets it go for just another minute or so--at least a minute more than he strictly needs. He finds what he's looking for, but... maybe he'll change his mind and want to choose something else, you know? He gives himself that extra minute at his dresser just in case.

And then he returns, taking his time in wandering around the bed to where Robin is. He's got something colorful clutched half-hidden in his fingers, and he looks pretty proud of himself.

"Oh, nothing. Sit up."

Either on the bed or on the floor, he doesn't care.

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