psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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.

He sounds audibly confused, trying to peek at what the 'something colorful' is. Being ordered to sit up takes dominance, though--he flips around and slides back down the side of the bed with the kind of boneless grace that only a really drunk person can manage.

"Sitting up. What's that?"

"Nothing," he repeats, as he moves to take a seat--sitting on the ground and everything, just for Robin. He's nice and close, but at a perpendicular angle to him, so he can reach to try and scoop Robin's lanky legs to cross over his. A silly affectionate thing... but it's really a move to help protect his own clothing. Just in case.

"Give me your hand."

"Wuh... whoa..." Robin is scooped with little to no resistance. He's outright taken aback by the gesture, even blushing a little... But that dissolves into stupid almost-giggling while he holds out his hand.

"My, how very forward."

Oh, that reaction just makes this whole thing better. He even plays it up, glancing up to shoot Robin a deviously coy little glance as he shakes up the little bottle in his hand.

He takes Robin's hand from where it's hovering and makes sure to get a nice good grip, hooking a few of his companion's fingers between his own to hold them still. Don't want him pulling away now, especially since the bottle he's opening is now obviously nail lacquer. Red, to be exact.

"Now, hold still..."

To his credit, he doesn't move his hand.

And it takes him a while. It's not like he's never seen nail polish before. It's just that girls usually have that kind of stuff, and it's not usually something that anyone puts on his hands.

So he just kind of... watches. Surprised.

"...Are you... painting my nails?"

"Mhmm." Answered so matter-of-factly.

He's already absorbed in the task, working extra careful. It's always more difficult to paint someone else--drawing the brush at a different angle, working with nails of a different shape than your own. He can paint his own in a matter of a minute or two, knowing exactly how much lacquer to load up on the brush, able to cover each nail in two neat little strokes.

This adds several levels of difficulty however, so he doesn't move his eyes for a moment as he answers.

"I think red is a wonderful color on you."

"...I dunno..."

He peers skeptically over at Tek's very careful work. He should probably be more bothered about getting his nails painted, but it's really the color that's throwing him off the most. So he squints, trying really, really hard to decide what he thinks.

"I aaaaam not sure how to feel about this?"

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"Why not? I think it looks nice."

He really thinks he would look best in black, but he needs to take advantage of this drunken opportunity... so red it is. He can get him with black later, when it won't be quite so funny.

"What are you unsure about?" --while waving his hand to fan Robin's nails a little.

"That you're painting my nailsss...!" The ending gets kind of dragged out after a series of slurred-up syllables. They drag.

He suddenly leans back, bumping his head against the side of the bed (with next to no reaction on his part). "I don't know if red is my color. I don't really weeear any red..."

An exaggerated 'oh please' kind of eyeroll. "What would be your color, then?"

He caps the bottle briefly so he can shake the paint up again--it's only half full. He's apparently used this color a lot.

"It matches your eyes." That occasional red glint that he loves so much. And he still remembers when he'd first met Robin-- blood-colored eyes set in a child's face...

"...Switch hands."

"Does nail color even go all the way to eyes? Does that work?"

He doesn't know the science. But he brings the newly painted hand up towards his face, distractedly giving Tek his other one.

He's trying to decide if he likes it. "Black would be better. I think..."

It's nicely done, at the very least. He's been doing this for a terribly long time, and all that experience shows in his work.

And he gives a sudden smirk as he takes Robin's other hand, as if he's just won an unspoken contest.

"We can do black later, sure."

Because, in his mind, Robin just agreed to doing this again.

"...I guess..."

Which is really the sound of Tek winning this round. It's definitely not a refusal. Robin continues to examine his nails--who even knows if he has enough of a brain to comprehend how nice a job he did.

"It looks like I have girl hands." He flops his head over onto his shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to like..."

...He squints again, trying really hard to remember what you're supposed to do.

"You do not." And then he... waits. It really looks like a whole thought is going to follow there, so he pauses in his work while Robin fishes around for the rest of that sentence. He's trying not to distract him from it.

But, it soon becomes clear that it's not going to happen. So, he answers the question anyway. "Nope."

And, with a few more strokes of his brush, the second hand is complete. Letting go of Robin's fingers, he caps up the bottle and leans back a little to look.

"Let me see." He holds up his own hands, to show Robin what motion to mimic. "...What do you think?"

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