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Despite being utterly exhausted Euri could tell this entire situation was awkward. But, unfortunately, three nights of almost no sleep was drowning out her common sense, and it had no intention of stopping until she got a decent amount of rest. It was what had pushed her to climb out of bed, make her way up the stairs to the nearly empty fourth floor in her polka-dotted nightgown, and stop in front of Robin's room. She had resisted it in the beginning, of course, because she was stubborn. She didn't need anyone's help falling asleep, even Dog's. It was just a simple process that her stupid body would eventually pick up on; in addition, it would also realize that all those nightmares about ghosts and possessions and undead things weren't helping, and would cut them out.

It was three in the morning after three nights of sleeplessness when she finally gave up. She was so tired that embarrassment barely even crossed her mind. She simply stared down at the doorknob until her brain processed the fact that it was most likely locked, then continued along a rational path of unlocking it via hex. A few songlike words tumbled from her lips (not normally necessary, but she wasn't in the clearest state of mind), and she heard a tiny click that signaled the door was now hexed and completely unlockable until the spell was reversed. Knocking never occurred to her.

Euri stepped into the room. Even though it was dark just knowing the presence of all that scrawled writing on the walls made her shiver, and she was quick to dart on her toes to Robin's bed and crawl under the covers.

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Euri is looking more embarrassed at the touch, but it’s at least the ‘oh-god-an-attractive-shirtless-guy-is-touching-me’ kind of embarrassment instead of worthlessness.

“… Okay,” she’s replying in a mumble, swallowing thickly. “But be prepared to steal the entire thing. I’m not… really good at this kind of magic. At all.” She is, in fact, expecting to screw up horribly with the first sample, due to previous experiences.

"This will be good practice, then."

He doesn't seem too phased by Euri's doubt in her own abilities. Right now, he's focused more on the chance at a challenge. It sounds like it'll be fun.

"Tonight, then," he settles, taking his hand back, settling up against the wall once more.

"Alright." Better to get it over with sooner than later.

Euri begins to move to the edge of the bed, though after a second she hesitates and abruptly leans over to lightly kiss Robin's cheek.

"... Thanks for not throwing me out," she's saying quickly, before she scoots back to the edge of the bed and stands.

Robin wasn't expecting that. He looks back at her, a little dumbstruck with surprise, hand moving halfway up to his face before he becomes acutely aware of his own movement again. The hand drops back down towards the bed.

"Just--just don't make this a habit," he says, the only comeback he could think of. His smile is poorly hidden, threatening to break through the cracks of an otherwise relaxed and collected composure.

Finch used to do that. It's all he can really get through his mind. Finch used to do that.

"I'll try to remember that," she's replying as she smooths her nightgown down and heads for the door. It's hard not to look at the walls now that's she's up, and the door isn't any better - it looks like there's dried blood on the back of it.

Fortunately, it doesn't bother as much as it normally would because she's amused she managed to ruffle him, even if it was just a tiny bit. She isn't hanging around though, and she'll only pause briefly outside his door to fix the unlocking hex she placed on it earlier.