[oh. he worries about her telling all of Chaldea about their sex on a daily basis. one morning, he's afraid he's going to wake up to the inevitable shitstorm that comes with Nero announcing on the speaker that she has fucked Robin not once, not twice, but a lot more than that. like she was telling Tamamo and Merlin earlier.
he actually wonders if she knows the meaning of discretion.
Robin doesn't want the consequences that any public displays may give him. it's difficult enough for him to accept simple things like hugs. any kind of lavishing is going overboard. more than overboard. so when she gives him a peck to his cheek he sucks in a breath and feels his ears go hot. they can kiss and he can have his tongue down her throat without question. but peck his cheek and he's so awkward it's painful.
because ten is much more than his zero. and sometimes it shows in his mannerisms.
he thought the kiss to his cheek was too much but having her wrap him up in her arms and have her head against his chest? well, she'll hear it. his heart racing away -- there's no hiding that. it's not happy, but it's something.]
It's not causing that...
[he nearly chokes on his own words because of the contradictions it has against his actions. they always spoke louder than words. that's true for Robin Hood, as well. although he thinks that Nero is an anomaly in that regard. her words spoke louder than her actions. rather, her actions were only a subset of those words. they were always bigger and louder than what he thought her tiny body could carry.
yet she was easy enough to understand. while Nero would be testing and searching, Robin lacks the motivation to do so. he's fine with the way things are and he'll be fine if she decides to find twelve instead of keeping it at eleven.
(for Robin, the right move would always be one where he isn't involved.)
she's still hugging him and he hesitates before he ever touches her. gently, his arms wrap around her shoulders and he places his chin on top of her head. it's not happy.
but it's something.]
I'll be back to normal when this is cured. Don't think or worry too much about what I've done today, alright? It's not Robin Hood.
[it's someone else.
someone he spent a long, long, long time leaving behind.]
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he actually wonders if she knows the meaning of discretion.
Robin doesn't want the consequences that any public displays may give him. it's difficult enough for him to accept simple things like hugs. any kind of lavishing is going overboard. more than overboard. so when she gives him a peck to his cheek he sucks in a breath and feels his ears go hot. they can kiss and he can have his tongue down her throat without question. but peck his cheek and he's so awkward it's painful.
because ten is much more than his zero. and sometimes it shows in his mannerisms.
he thought the kiss to his cheek was too much but having her wrap him up in her arms and have her head against his chest? well, she'll hear it. his heart racing away -- there's no hiding that. it's not happy, but it's something.]
It's not causing that...
[he nearly chokes on his own words because of the contradictions it has against his actions. they always spoke louder than words. that's true for Robin Hood, as well. although he thinks that Nero is an anomaly in that regard. her words spoke louder than her actions. rather, her actions were only a subset of those words. they were always bigger and louder than what he thought her tiny body could carry.
yet she was easy enough to understand. while Nero would be testing and searching, Robin lacks the motivation to do so. he's fine with the way things are and he'll be fine if she decides to find twelve instead of keeping it at eleven.
(for Robin, the right move would always be one where he isn't involved.)
she's still hugging him and he hesitates before he ever touches her. gently, his arms wrap around her shoulders and he places his chin on top of her head. it's not happy.
but it's something.]
I'll be back to normal when this is cured. Don't think or worry too much about what I've done today, alright? It's not Robin Hood.
[it's someone else.
someone he spent a long, long, long time leaving behind.]