[he doesn't do much but watch her from the corner of his eye while she moves around and looks behind him. it's pretty obvious she's no less than enthralled with what's going on. what with her scritching his ears and petting his tail. the size of it has made his top lift slightly so it can escape, exposes some of the skin of his back.
more than the pointless triangle hole in his back. seriously, what the hell is that for?
besides the teeth, tail, and ears? nothing else seems to have changed. he's still as sarcastic as ever.]
If I remembered, I would probably have an idea of how to go back to normal.
[see? sarcastic.
his expression falls back to exasperation for her offer and the headpats. it shifts again, confused. there's no reason for her to consider this is her responsibility to fix. no reason to help him. in fact, he's pretty sure most people would find entertainment out of his plight than help him. there are a few do-gooders that definitely would, but that's because they would help anyone.
Robin isn't that person.
here she is putting a cold rag on his forehead. aaah, that feels nice. his shoulders seem to sag slightly, the headache alleviated slightly.]
That feels nice...
[he mumbles to himself. even his ears don't flatten quite as harshly to his head. they move into a relaxed position and his tail stops flicking and twitching around behind him. he doesn't pay much mind to her toe-ing at his tail either -- it responds without him thinking about it or willing it to move. it just jumps away from her foot, settling at his side and wrapped close to his thigh.]
There's no reason for you to help me, Your Majesty. I can handle it, don't worry. And you're going a bit overboard when you consider my pain as your pain. Even if you were my Master, that'sāā
[considering how he's being obedient as she presses a cold rag to his forehead? maybe she's not that far off.]
Anyway, thanks for the offer but I don't want you to get tangled up in my problems.
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more than the pointless triangle hole in his back. seriously, what the hell is that for?
besides the teeth, tail, and ears? nothing else seems to have changed. he's still as sarcastic as ever.]
If I remembered, I would probably have an idea of how to go back to normal.
[see? sarcastic.
his expression falls back to exasperation for her offer and the headpats. it shifts again, confused. there's no reason for her to consider this is her responsibility to fix. no reason to help him. in fact, he's pretty sure most people would find entertainment out of his plight than help him. there are a few do-gooders that definitely would, but that's because they would help anyone.
Robin isn't that person.
here she is putting a cold rag on his forehead. aaah, that feels nice. his shoulders seem to sag slightly, the headache alleviated slightly.]
That feels nice...
[he mumbles to himself. even his ears don't flatten quite as harshly to his head. they move into a relaxed position and his tail stops flicking and twitching around behind him. he doesn't pay much mind to her toe-ing at his tail either -- it responds without him thinking about it or willing it to move. it just jumps away from her foot, settling at his side and wrapped close to his thigh.]
There's no reason for you to help me, Your Majesty. I can handle it, don't worry. And you're going a bit overboard when you consider my pain as your pain. Even if you were my Master, that'sāā
[considering how he's being obedient as she presses a cold rag to his forehead? maybe she's not that far off.]
Anyway, thanks for the offer but I don't want you to get tangled up in my problems.