[ruffling her hair and scratching at his ears elicit two very different reactions. Nero smiles, but Robin has a zing of shock race through his spine. he's beginning to hate it, every time it happens. the muscles of his jaw flex but he exhales carefully, not wanting to make a sound that will give anything away. she's already figured out the tail.
while he's not used to mages specifically putting curses on him, he's used to curses in general. corruption and spells. this one is more benevolent compared to the others, but just as agitating. he doesn't answer that way. he merely shrugs and says it's not his first time. it is the first time he's been cursed this way, however. hopefully the last, too.
lowly, petty bowman he is. but that's where he belongs. casters are wise and tenacious, which Robin is not. sabers are full of kings and knights -- they type of people is extremely incompatible with. Nero is a bit of a fluke, when he thinks about it. or perhaps it's just because they have a history together when it comes to their lives as Servants.
he never would have imagined they would be walking together while she praises him for his trickery and sabotage. or attempting to build him up for confidence. he'll never reach her level, he's positive on that front.]
You know, you've been complimenting me a lot lately... [what's up with that?
is it because he had stupidly let something slip like "you're all I need"? he only meant that he's all he needs to deal with when they find whoever did this. that's all. something keeps him from saying so. the sharp click of her heels, bright and flamboyant. like her smile.
he sighs and rubs his jaw. why can't he tell her it's not what he meant? they're already at his door, anyway. he stands, only jolting slightly when Nero starts banging on the door. he's quick to look exasperated, though. can she ever just do anything at 50%? why is it always 200%????
a voice and a bang comes from inside. "Ah, of course! How could I not recognize such a voice?" but it's not long before the door opens and a man with overflowing, incredibly fluffy looking hair stands with a calm smile on his face. his gaze trails to Robin.
"Oh? You've brought a friend with you this time?"
the hairs raise along Robin's neck. an uncontrollable urge to pull Nero to him nearly consumes him like an inferno. Gawain was nothing compared to this.
green has been his color for so long. what does it look like as an emotion?]
Yo. [is the most he can muster but even that barely conceals the heat clawing up from his chest.]
he has a summertime tracksuit tyvm
while he's not used to mages specifically putting curses on him, he's used to curses in general. corruption and spells. this one is more benevolent compared to the others, but just as agitating. he doesn't answer that way. he merely shrugs and says it's not his first time. it is the first time he's been cursed this way, however. hopefully the last, too.
lowly, petty bowman he is. but that's where he belongs. casters are wise and tenacious, which Robin is not. sabers are full of kings and knights -- they type of people is extremely incompatible with. Nero is a bit of a fluke, when he thinks about it. or perhaps it's just because they have a history together when it comes to their lives as Servants.
he never would have imagined they would be walking together while she praises him for his trickery and sabotage. or attempting to build him up for confidence. he'll never reach her level, he's positive on that front.]
You know, you've been complimenting me a lot lately... [what's up with that?
is it because he had stupidly let something slip like "you're all I need"? he only meant that he's all he needs to deal with when they find whoever did this. that's all. something keeps him from saying so. the sharp click of her heels, bright and flamboyant. like her smile.
he sighs and rubs his jaw. why can't he tell her it's not what he meant? they're already at his door, anyway. he stands, only jolting slightly when Nero starts banging on the door. he's quick to look exasperated, though. can she ever just do anything at 50%? why is it always 200%????
a voice and a bang comes from inside. "Ah, of course! How could I not recognize such a voice?" but it's not long before the door opens and a man with overflowing, incredibly fluffy looking hair stands with a calm smile on his face. his gaze trails to Robin.
"Oh? You've brought a friend with you this time?"
the hairs raise along Robin's neck. an uncontrollable urge to pull Nero to him nearly consumes him like an inferno. Gawain was nothing compared to this.
green has been his color for so long. what does it look like as an emotion?]
Yo. [is the most he can muster but even that barely conceals the heat clawing up from his chest.]