psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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robin,
tekhetsio

Accord // Canon

There he is in the lobby, minding his own business. Sitting in one of those low-backed chairs near the fireplace, cheating around Tabby's complaints by making sure they're only lit during the daytime. He gets his comfy warmth and a book, and she doesn't run into horrible rage-trigger madness when she shows up. Everyone wins.

But that aside, he's not paying attention. Rather absorbed, actually, since this story is a pretty good one.

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Ah yes, perfect. He'd followed Robin's presence around at an innocent distance for several hours, checking up on it here and there, waiting until it seemed like it was good and settled someplace. Now, after waiting a little while longer, he wanders down the stairs and confirms his suspicions by spotting Robin relaxing by the fire.

Yes, yes, it's all perfect. And he has been biding his time.

As careless as he seems about most things, he can't help but make notes and count the passing of days. He has been waiting.

It's finally time to strike.

Slinking up behind Robin, quick but far quieter than he usually bothers trying to be, he softly slips his arms down around his shoulders as soon as he reaches him. Draping like Robin likes to do, but less heavy about it, he just slides arms around and hugs close, nuzzles right in along his neck with a breath against skin. And then, he lifts his face enough to bring his mouth right near Robin's ear.

He's grinning.

"...Happy Anniversary."

He nearly jumps when he suddenly realizes someone is behind him. Tek gets a little startled sound out of him and everything--he must have been pretty absorbed. That evens out and sinks back down with his sigh of relief when he figures out it's just Tek. He'd start to smile, even start to think he was in for something fun...

And then. He says it.

And he's right back to shocked (and maybe a little horrified).

"...Huh...?"

Happy... What? What?

"Happy Anniversary."

He says it again. It's low, almost a purr.

It's been a year. A whole year. He really wants that to sink in.

And the satisfaction is simply overflowing. Hanging down on Robin's shoulders like a heavy blanket, he presses a sweet--but very intentional--kiss against his cheek. Just sticking the point home a little further with something tangible.

"It's today."

"It's..."

A whole... year? Since what, since he met him? Since they went on that stupid "date"? Since-- No, what is Tek even implying, here? He thought they-- This is upsetting all of what he thought was the case between them and he needs to set the record straight here.

"Since... What exactly?"

And this doesn't even factor in the way he's trying furiously to calculate and divide up months from the way that he's used to them to the way that this place calculates things and... he guesses it's... a little shorter anyway? It's really upsetting. He's got no idea. What's even going on?

He considers detaching and walking around to sit properly on the couch--and he normally would at this point. But, he likes seeing how uncomfortable Robin is while he counts and rearranges and tries to back up to look at the situation. And he likes giving him no room to do it in, so he stays right where he is.

He stays draped, wrapping Robin in some quiet omnipresent affection that he didn't ask for. He kisses him again, his jawline this time, and pulls his arms a little more snug around his shoulders.

"Since we've been mates."

Which is something Robin has never bothered to deny. Tek has kept track.

And he still can't deny it, because that just sounds way more right than anything else he could try to call it. So he flinches away from the kiss a little, he tries to sink down uncomfortably in his chair, but he can't say anything to the contrary. He just can't.

That aside, though, he doesn't really know what to say at all, so he'll just sit there and flounder for words and try miserably to hide his embarrassment (the worst part of it all being that he can't explain why he's embarrassed about it).

And, horribly, this is exactly the anniversary present that Tek had been hoping for.

He's been waiting for it for long enough. Months and months; it makes up for a lot. He likes that it has weight, for both sweetly-vindicating and maybe-cruel reasons.

So, he watches him squirm and shy away in his arms for a minute, revels in it, before finally easing up. He straightens and circles around the arm of the couch to take a seat beside Robin, nice and close but not all over him like he was before.

"...I guess that means you didn't get me anything, hmm?"

Even with Tek having moved, his chest feels tight and his insides are screaming for mutiny and he's having trouble pinpointing why, which makes all of it even worse. If Tek's here for revenge, he's getting it.

He hasn't even closed his book yet.

"N-No, I..." Didn't... do anything. And he's pretty sure he shouldn't feel guilty about that because it's not like he knew it was a thing. He didn't even think it was a thing-- Is it a thing? He still doesn't know!

Goodness, this is even better of a reaction than he'd hoped for. All this eager waiting had really been worth it. He'd been planning on cutting in with a 'just kidding, calm down' about now, but...

Nah. This is still too good.

So, once he's settled next to him, he turns as much as he can in his seat so he can kind of stare more directly at him.

"What if I told you that I got you something?"

He glances back at him, which is his first mistake. He gets locked into staring back, a blush slowly and obviously crawling up his too-pale face.

"You didn't." Which is not disbelief. He's stating it as fact, and he sounds pretty sure of it. Tek didn't do anything; he knows he's being teased.

In this case, getting Robin something for their anniversary would be teasing. He's not going to say anything either way, however, because there's something even better to pick on.

"Your face--!" followed by a horrible little giggle.

He just can't get over it. Simply delighted. What an expression...

"Why do you look like that?"

"Oh," he squeaks, "No reason."

He doesn't want to talk about it. He sinks a little more and thinks about running off while he still has a chance.

Well, to make sure that he doesn't go anywhere--he recognizes that look after all--he'll slither arms around him. He lets them hang mostly loose; he's nice about it. But, the threat is there.

He will not make escape easy, if Robin tries to opt for it.

"What's wrong? You look so upset."

Robin sinks down as far as he can get. Any further, and he'd have to start melding with the couch.

"That's just..." He rubs his face in building irritation. He knows Tek is just fucking around with him. "That's just a long time, is all."

"A long time? For people like us?"

On the word, he gives Robin's arm an idle squeeze. Just pushing his luck, little by little.

"I would have thought it'd be hardly a blink, especially for you." Which is probably a big part of why this is so funny.

He says nothing, just presses his palm to his mouth. Makes a sound, eventually, mumbled annoyance. It's not any of Tek's damn business, now is it?

"Whatever." He shoots him a look. "Anything else you wanna tease me about?"

Fine, fine.

He lets him go again, leans more properly back into his own space. He likes being mean, but... he at least has to pace himself. It is their anniversary, after all.

"You're so sensitive."

He slouches down a little, not quite matching Robin but getting a little closer.

"Anniversaries are supposed to be good days, aren't they?"

He makes sure to bump into Tek's shoulder. A small gesture, but it says a lot for him. It's a casual transition from severely uncomfortable to at least pretending to be okay with things.

"Does that mean I have to tell you what a pleasure it's been?"

If he looks like he takes some amount of pride in that pointed question, it's because he does. He can't make things too easy. It wouldn't be worth anything that way.

He gives the barest sly glance over when his shoulder is bumped.

"Well, it hasn't been all bad, has it?"

"Hmph."

It's true. It's actually been, in his opinion, some of the nicest company he's had for a long time. Even if it's all fake and self-flattery and probably doomed to fail.

"...A whole year, huh?" He finally closes his book. He's settled down a little. "I think your answer's right there."

Genuine and emotionally-involved company is just messy and overrated anyway. This, right here, is exactly where he's comfortable. He hadn't thought Robin would've had it in him to keep up such a good balancing act for so long.

So, for a second, the satisfaction on his face is something that almost seems honest.

He's sure to pull it back, though.

"So," folding his hands in his lap, "What should we do?"

"Oh, must we celebrate?"

He can't help it. It's the slightest of looks, but it almost makes him forget the horror that Tek just dragged him through. His begrudging tone can't last. He's probably not done dragging, but here he is thinking of something for them to do anyway. He wouldn't mind an outing, at the very least.

"...Would you like to go out? Somewhere fancy?"

He's really trying to hide most of his utterly triumphant gloating, he really is. It would only be polite, in this case. But it's difficult. Everything is just working out so well for him.

At least he can try to cover it up with mulling over the matter at hand.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do on an anniversary?" --asks the guy who started this whole thing.

"You're the one who apparently keeps track of these kinds of things..."

He almost rolls his eyes. He knows what you're doing, Tek. And it's cute, sure. He leans forward, propping his head up against one of his hands. He's looking forward, trying to think of places he knows.

"Somewhere rich people go to pretend they have taste, that'd be fun." They could chuckle to themselves over the poor choices of others. "Somewhere with dancing, too."

"Some of those floating places seem nice."

The restaurants on the boats in the prettiest canals. He's always wanted to see more of those. Those are the ones that just aren't nearly as enjoyable without someone else to comment on the crowd with, and his girls tend to be much more reserved in the conversation department.

He shrugs, though. He doesn't want to be the one picking a place today, as he points out by not quite letting a point escape just yet--

"I wouldn't know, though. I've never thought anniversaries worth bothering with."

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