Accord // Canon

[birdsbirdsbirds]

"Heeeeeeeey..."

Robin's leaning on Tek's door, knocking to a beat. Not an even beat, either. A messy thing, indicative of his current state of mind. He's preeeeetty fucking drunk.

"Hey! You in there?"

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[heresyandlace]

It is hilarious. This is exactly the kind of show he'd been hoping for tonight. He pulls his feet up and stretches out again, getting comfortable while he continues to peek down at Robin.

"How dry are your nails? ...And be careful. I'm doing them over again if you mess them up."

[birdsbirdsbirds]

After an elongated sound where he tries to decide, he pops up like a jack-in-the-box and flops his hands up into the air for Tek to take a look.

"Not sure!"

[heresyandlace]

He lolls over where he's laying, enough to reach out and snag Robin's wrists, bringing them as close as he can manage to give his nails a proper inspection.

After a careful moment to judge-- "I think you're good now."

[birdsbirdsbirds]

"Oh..." He pulls his arms back, looks at his own hands, gets his nails reeeeally close to his eyes, as if the closer view would help him figure it out. Eventually he even gets bold enough to poke at them a little, but they still feel weird, so he doesn't keep that up for long.

He does manage to roll over, though. Rather spinelessly. He ends up bent the wrong way, facing Tek against the edge of the bed again.

"So doessat mean I can come up on the bed now?"

[heresyandlace]

"Yes. If you're careful."

He really has very little fear of Robin messing up his nails or getting paint on anything anymore. It's said because watching Robin try to make it safely up onto the bed will be an entertaining show, and watching him try to do it carefully will be even better.

He'll even move over a little, to make room for him.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Unfortunately, 'careful' doesn't really get through to him when he's drunk. It wedges itself into his skull, maybe, but doesn't ever quite get all the way to the brain.

To keep it simple, him trying to get onto the bed is rather like a whale trying to throw itself on a beach. He hoists himself up over the edge and flops, face-first, onto the bed.

And then just sort of stays there, legs still sticking out over the side.

He tried.

"Mmmfhm."

[heresyandlace]

And Tek, being the caring person that he is... does not help. He doesn't even come close to trying.

All he does is pat him very patronizingly on the head.

Good effort, friend. He's impressed, really.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

He swats blindly at Tek's hand, missing by half a foot, easy.

He also continues mumbling something into the bed before pulling himself up, half crawling his way over and finally collapsing in an uneven, sprawled mess. It's hard to climb things when all your limbs are numb and heavy and feel delightful.

"Can't feel my face, either," he mentions regarding nothing in particular, as soon as he's able to roll onto his side.

[heresyandlace]

Tek slinks over with far more ease, and settles down pretty close to where Robin has landed. He doesn't cuddle up exactly; he doesn't know whether he trusts Robin's state or not.

He does test how numb his face really is, though. Leaning over, he pegs an obnoxious, rough little kiss against Robin's cheekbone.

"How about your stomach?"

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Robin looks momentarily surprised by that, reaching down with his drifting hand to press the spot where Tek kissed him, like he's trying to figure out what he actually just did.

Stomach...? He looks down at his own stomach, like that'd answer all his questions.

"I dunno."

[heresyandlace]

"Well..." He'll pat his head. Pay attention. "If your stomach starts to become an issue, get out. Or say something."

His voice is mostly sweet, though. He's pretty sure Robin will pass out and sleep through it instead of getting sick... but he's got to take whatever precaution he can, just in case.

"Or I'll throw you out." And murder him afterward.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Right now he's got the attention span of a puppy. His eyes flick upwards, trying to see Tek patting his head, trying to think of why he would be doing that, and maybe what he should do about it. But then Tek says important things, and he tries very hard to pay attention to that, even though words are kind of dense and bounce off things weird right now.

...But being thrown out is bad! He gets that part.

"Oh, okay." Nodding. Uneven, over-exaggerated nodding. "Youuuuu got it."