psychoshenanigans | Accord // Canon

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tekhetsio

Accord // Canon

Despite appearances, Robin is in a horrible mood.

Normally when he has bad days like this, he goes out and does something stupid to shake out the bad parts and knock a few resolutions back into place. He used to go out and get wasted for attention; Vincent would never just ignore him when he was fucked up on something, and that was nice. It was never the plan, but that's how it always wound up happening.

Tonight he picked out this little dive-bar right off the Industrial District tram station, where the drinks are cheap and the bartenders won't tell you to leave until you're throwing up in their bathroom. It's no-smoking, but the smell wisps in from outside. It's got neon signs and greasy food. It's the perfect place to get irresponsibly smashed.

Somewhere between drink three and drink four, though, it occurs to Robin that Vincent is not actually here, and that no one knows where he is, and that no one would go out trying to find him because he hasn't come home yet, and that makes him feel crushingly horrible.

So, in a drunken stupor, he borrows a pen from some guy next to him and opens up his grimoire, scrawling out an only-passively-legible message to the first person he can think to want to see. Tek gets told that he should come find Robin. There are directions. He says it's really important.

But by the time Tek makes it to the bar, Robin will have completely forgotten about all that in favor of playing a game involving cups and a little round ball. He's with a group of vicious-looking sailors, several of which are trying not to split their sides laughing at the table-tennis antics ensuing in front of them.

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He just... watches Robin's arm go by, as if he knew well before the fact that it wouldn't actually hit its mark. He almost boredly follows the path with his eyes, before sliding his gaze to Robin's face again.

"...Yes, but why? What could possibly be so upsetting?"

Because he really, honestly doesn't see what his problem is.

"I'm here, in this stupid place... And I hate these people. I hate everyone."

He starts getting really, vividly upset again. He actually chokes back a sob as he sits up and smears tears away from his face again.

"And I'll always hate everyone because no one ever changes, okay? No one ever does. And now you're going to hate me because... because you think I'm crazy."

He gives up. He buries his face in his hands and hunches up his shoulders.

He really couldn't explain why he's so fascinated with getting to actually hear and see the evidence of what's going on in Robin's skull spelled out right in front of him. It's not like he ever finds it especially surprising. Most of the time, it's just confirming things he'd already guessed at.

And it's not like he hasn't seen these thoughts and emotions before. He's been around for a long time. There's very little here that could be called 'new.'

But, nevertheless, he's just as interested as he's been every other time Robin has cracked open some corner of his mind and let things pour out of it. Something about it tugs at some back corner of his own head.

If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say that he felt somehow invested in it.

It's probably just curiosity.

"And that makes you sad? ...Is it that you're homesick? Or are you worried about something?"

"I don't know."

He spends a moment, drunk and miserable and spinning now that he's shoved his hands over his eyes. He wishes he could disappear. He feels sick, and it's not good.

"...Can we go back? Please...?" And, finally, "I don't want to be alone."

Oh, well. That answers his questions, he supposes.

And normally, that sort of realization fills him with a smug sort of glee, pleased over the prospect of finding another foothold to use. It's a game he loves playing, but... this instance doesn't play out in his head like it usually does.

It's because there is this certain realization that stands out and lands heavy in his head, then. It's certainly not a new revelation--he's sure that he's made this observation more than once over the course of his life--but there's just something about it that ruins some of his fun this time.

He can't help but become very aware of the fact that the people who ever give him the time of day, the ones that gravitate and stick to him, are the very lonely people. It's especially obvious here, in this little microcosm. And part of that effect is intentional on his part, for sure. They're easy to use; it makes sense. But, in this moment, this fact doesn't help him justify it. Right now, he realizes the fact that these people are the ones that he chooses to surround himself with probably doesn't say something very flattering about himself.

And he doesn't want to think about it a moment more than he has to.

"...Finish your drink, and we'll go."

He's suddenly finding himself wanting to make sure that Robin remembers as little about this as possible.

He sure doesn't think about it. He slowly nods instead, moving shaking hands away from his face so that he can grab his glass and down whatever's left in it.

But despite however horrible an idea it is, when he slams his glass back down on the table, he already looks better.

"O-kay." He wobbles towards the edge of the table, a drunken wind-up to standing again. "But I gotta talk to Tabby. Tomorrow. Don' let me forget because she'sss got my blood and I need it back."

Yeah, he's still thinking about that.

"Man, I'm... pretty fucked up. I dunno why today is so bad, it just is. Okay? Do you have bad days?" --Suddenly looking blearily at Tek, "Do you know what I'm talking about? Like where you just kinda want to murder people?"

Despite what he'd said, he doesn't look like he's ready to up and leave yet. He's not terribly motivated to do anything right now, so he's leaving actually moving until the last second. Until then, he just watches Robin from where the side of his face is comfortably propped in his hand.

He does swing a hand out to lightly gesture at the whole bar, though.

"You do have a whole crowd right here, if it would make you feel any better."

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He stops what he's doing and... stares at the crowd in front of them like it had never occurred to him. Through his glazed, vacant, watery-eyed expression, he slowly starts smiling. Maybe it's a testament to how bad he feels, or how crazy he really is, that the idea of ending someone's life in a live audience is causing him genuine glee.

He changes his mind about getting up, scoots back over to Tek. He keeps going until he can tip over and lean his shoulder against him.

"Do you think I should?"

To his credit, Tek really does stop to consider it. He gives his conscience a chance to speak up; there is a debate in his head over it.

But, he looks over the crowd, and can't imagine caring about any of them. They don't seem to be anyone particularly of value, it's harder to care about them as a people when he's not even connected to them through the common strings of sharing the same homeworld. It's hard to even think of them as real.

So, it's perhaps a testament to his own bad mood and level of sanity that he tilts a smirk in Robin's direction over the thought.

"The question is, are you going to feel better afterward?"

"Hmm..." That's a good question. In all appearances, he looks like he's really trying to give it thought. Not much really goes on past the buzzing, though. His vision is a swarm, everything sounds like it's drowning out. All he really thinks about is killing someone, and how he would really like to right now, which means it will make him feel better.

He raises his chin up... and then brings it down, yes. He's nodding. Yes, yes, that will make things much better.

Which is when someone Robin is looking at suddenly doubles over with a gasp and, eyes wide, coughs up a splatter of blood. The people around him go from sluggish and raucous to scurrying and startled. By the time the man hits the floor, already dead, the crowd around him is flying into a panic.

Robin, still leaning nicely on Tek, is giggling like he's just been told the funniest joke in the world.

Oh, yes, this is suddenly the best idea. Tek lifts his face off of his hand, eyes wide and just grinning now.

He's already feeling much better himself, and what a show! The pang of death and horror tangibly shiver through the crowd for him, and look at their faces!

Robin's giggling is contagious.

"--Ha! How did you even do that?"

"Ooooh, I just twisted up his insides. S'really easy, see?"

He waves his hand a little and a couple of people suddenly lurch in those directions, as if pulled by invisible strings attacked to their limbs. If they hadn't look surprised and startled before, that gets them panicking.

"You juss grab on and pull. Hah..."

He leans his head on Tek's shoulder too, very pleased with himself.

Impulsively, he tips his against Robin's, all affectionate as he delights in the chaos.

"Look at that. You make it seem so easy."

It's not that he's jealous or anything. Just admiring.

"Mm..." He closes his eyes, the world spins beyond him. "I feel waaaaay better. This's a good idea."

He suddenly hunches up his shoulders and gasps, excited.

"Ooooh, maybe that's why you're here! 'Cause you have good ideas. Best ideas."

"I do have the best ideas. It's a talent of mine. I've always been known for it."

Again impulsively, he shrugs Robin off of him enough to free up his arm, so he can drape it along Robin's shoulders instead.

"...What else can you do?"

He burrows into Tek's side, now the furthest from crying he's been all night. Everything's perfect. He's sleepy and warm, and the sick feeling has settled away to almost nothing.

"I can do lotsss of things. What do you wanna see?"

"I want to see what you really like to do?"

And not just because it's making Robin feel better, and Robin is less likely to start crying all over the place if he's feeling better. He wanted to see a show, and this one is much better than the crying.

He's just curious to see what Robin's favorite things are. A morbid little insight into his character.

"Like... to do... huh..."

He likes doing a lot of things. He likes any excuse to use his powers in general. His gaze drifts back out towards the people, he watches individuals approach the scene of the crime, he observes the flood of people gathering up their things in a confused worry and trying to leave the bar.

"Haha... We're going to get soooo arrested."

But some of the blood on the table from the dead man picks itself up and starts to slither towards onlookers, causing a cacophony of screams.

"We are not. How would they even--"

But he trails off into a horrible little giggle at the sight of the crawling blood and chorus of screams. Disgusted and delighted.

"I'm gonna kill like six people, and that's how."

He distractedly presses his hand to his face while the horrible things turn into sharp, crystalline spikes and zip towards the fleeing crowd. A couple people are impaled in the chest, one in the face, and the other three or four projectiles end up lodged in tables or the ceiling.

"...Huh," trying to lean up and get a better look. "Thhhought I was aiming better than that..."

Tek's free hand is over his mouth now, but there is a grin sneaking around the edges of it. He can't help it--he leans too, to see where the stray ones went.

It takes a minute of staring to get over it, but he eventually just has to plant a rough little kiss on the side of Robin's face before he settles back again.

He hasn't been so closely surrounded by this many deaths in a while. It automatically makes him feel great; a little boost of energy.

"Close enough."

Being kissed sends him giggling again. He can even feel it through the buzz, which is nice. He snuggles back down next to Tek, much happier now that his night seems to be going well.

"I'm glad you came. Mm..."

He thinks of doing something else horrible for a moment, but he can't think of anything that'd be really showy. A couple of people do wander too close to their table, though, and Robin sends them wobbling suddenly in the other direction.

"I could make you something niccce, 'cause I don't just kill people."

"Something nice, hmm?"

He was halfway contemplating adding to the destruction, but there's a nice afterglow of chaos. He doesn't want to mess it up. It's like sitting beside a healthy campfire.

"Like what?"

More of that slow nodding, against Tek's shoulder.

"Like flowers. But I don't think you really like flowers? So I gotta think, okay." His eyes narrow in thought again. "Let me think of what you like."

He taps his foot under the table while a commotion starts near the exit. Someone in charge is trying to keep witnesses on the scene. A fight's going to start soon, if they don't get it under control. People do crazy things when they think their lives are in danger.

"Oh, oh oh oh. Oho, I know. I knooooow."

He leans up again, clumsily pulling off one of his gloves so that he can reach over and crush the glass his drink had been in. It might have looked like an accident, were it not for Robin's pleased expression. His hand thoroughly bleeding, he doesn't seem at all perturbed until he accidentally knocks some sloshed ice back into his lap.

"Whoa, hey--" swiping it off with his clean hand, "Knock that off."

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Tek had been leaning, trying to get a look at the commotion at the door. If there's going to be a fight, he wants to watch the start of it. That's always the most interesting part of a fight, after all.

But then glass shattering right in front of him has him startling a little.

"What are you--"

And then Robin is bleeding all over the table and ice is getting splashed around, so he scoots himself away to make as much space as possible between him and everything that is just waiting to ruin his clothes.

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