[while he can believe Nero wouldn't intentionally say anything to offend him (not right now), Merlin was a different story. he wasn't oblivious to his watchful eye and her seemed plenty amused when Robin was stuffing her bra down his shirt and she was fighting to get it back.
Merlin wants them to play fetch like they're dogs and Robin is not about it. if it was a mission that his Master wanted, fine. because that's his Master and when he has a job to do, Robin does it. but when it's his problem and he doesn't want to do something, he's not going to fucking do it.
he considers prying her hand off of him but that's all. there's a storm in his expression, she's right. but it's brought on by himself, not by her. if hadn't been cursed with these stupid ears and tail and whatever the hell else was making him act weird, then neither of them would be here.
Nero wouldn't be accusing him of being jealous.
which, by the way?
fuck.
his face burns from cheeks to ears. and his already unsteady heart leaps in his chest.]
Wh-what do I have to be jealous over? Don't say weird things. [he didn't want to hear it out in the open. it's bad enough he was thinking it himself.] If you want to take him up on his offer, be my guest.
[something is scratching him uncomfortably. it's the hook of her bra. Robin reaches into his shirt and pulls it out, pushing it at her chest. he was pretty sure Nero didn't normally wear bras.]
Here, and take this thing. Don't leave your things scattered around. You'll turn into a layabout like me.
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Merlin wants them to play fetch like they're dogs and Robin is not about it. if it was a mission that his Master wanted, fine. because that's his Master and when he has a job to do, Robin does it. but when it's his problem and he doesn't want to do something, he's not going to fucking do it.
he considers prying her hand off of him but that's all. there's a storm in his expression, she's right. but it's brought on by himself, not by her. if hadn't been cursed with these stupid ears and tail and whatever the hell else was making him act weird, then neither of them would be here.
Nero wouldn't be accusing him of being jealous.
which, by the way?
fuck.
his face burns from cheeks to ears. and his already unsteady heart leaps in his chest.]
Wh-what do I have to be jealous over? Don't say weird things. [he didn't want to hear it out in the open. it's bad enough he was thinking it himself.] If you want to take him up on his offer, be my guest.
[something is scratching him uncomfortably. it's the hook of her bra. Robin reaches into his shirt and pulls it out, pushing it at her chest. he was pretty sure Nero didn't normally wear bras.]
Here, and take this thing. Don't leave your things scattered around. You'll turn into a layabout like me.