[i mean, of course it's not his? he's still keeping it in his shirt, though. that's how badly he doesn't want Merlin to see Nero's underwear. it's pretty fucking clear she's not only slept with Robin, but with other Servants too. and, really, truly, it's none of his business. Nero can do whatever she damn well pleases.
this is why he didn't want to get involved beyond a fuck here and there. something frivolous and fun. something he can deal with and something he doesn't have to think too deeply about. something he doesn't have to go out of his way to do special things for or try and hold together. and if she gets tired of him, that's fine too. hell, that seems inevitable.
this is unlike him. he wants someone to punch him. he wants Nero to punch him. stepping on his toes isn't enough. they struggle, Robin fighting to keep her hands out of his shirt and off his toes. he curses in their scuffle, grabbing her to keep her away and fuck that was his shin?!
Nero dearest. he's sure she loves that. Robin won't ever call her anything near that.
there's a protest from his hair being pulled. he doesn't protest his payment. figures. totally figures. it's fair -- no matter how much Robin doesn't want to pay him even a cent for this. turns out Merlin is in Nero's debt anyway.
and as they go on about relationships and pillows, he's had enough.
he's already closing the door behind him by the time Nero calls out his name. to hell with this. he doesn't need her help or Merlin's. he'll do whatever the hell BB wants if it means he doesn't have to stomach whatever is going on in his gut.
and he's staying the hell away from Nero, for that matter. no selfie will bring him back.]
they're thin shorts u wanna see his dick outline
this is why he didn't want to get involved beyond a fuck here and there. something frivolous and fun. something he can deal with and something he doesn't have to think too deeply about. something he doesn't have to go out of his way to do special things for or try and hold together. and if she gets tired of him, that's fine too. hell, that seems inevitable.
this is unlike him. he wants someone to punch him. he wants Nero to punch him. stepping on his toes isn't enough. they struggle, Robin fighting to keep her hands out of his shirt and off his toes. he curses in their scuffle, grabbing her to keep her away and fuck that was his shin?!
Nero dearest. he's sure she loves that. Robin won't ever call her anything near that.
there's a protest from his hair being pulled. he doesn't protest his payment. figures. totally figures. it's fair -- no matter how much Robin doesn't want to pay him even a cent for this. turns out Merlin is in Nero's debt anyway.
and as they go on about relationships and pillows, he's had enough.
he's already closing the door behind him by the time Nero calls out his name. to hell with this. he doesn't need her help or Merlin's. he'll do whatever the hell BB wants if it means he doesn't have to stomach whatever is going on in his gut.
and he's staying the hell away from Nero, for that matter. no selfie will bring him back.]