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Halfway up the stairs to the fourth floor, Euri realizes her spending time in Robin's room is becoming more and more commonplace. While she isn't exactly wild about that thought (his room still creeps her out), it's actually necessary today. He had told her something about needing to keep his power contained, which she didn't quite get, but if he really is that powerful then she'd prefer being cautious.

Euri stops in front of his door. She isn't all that scared of what Robin's true form is, as long as he doesn't look undead, but what if he decides to back out? What if he put more precautions in place and his room looks like some horrifying necromancer dungeon? Ugh, what if Michael is in there?

She twitches and shakes her head at that last one. Okay, now she's just being ridiculous. (Still, she can't help shooting at glare in the direction of Michael's room.) Whatever happens, she will suck it up and be brave like the awesomely tough bounty hunter that she is and deal with it. Especially if he looks undead! Robin definitely isn't the same as undead monsters, so she's got nothing to worry about. Plus, he has a heartbeat, so any changes would be purely cosmetic.

Who knows, maybe his actual form is incredibly attractive and she can't help but jump him and they have amazing sex right there on the floor....

Euri spends longer than necessary entertaining that thought before she finally comes back to reality and knocks on his door.

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He nods. "If they have magic, it's just like everyone else's. Rare and hardly worth noting." Compared to here, at least, the scope of human magic is pathetic. "But they've no shortage of wits about them, from those that I've met."

Not that he's talked to a whole lot of them. They prefer to keep to themselves more often than not these days.

He thinks in silence for a moment, his grip on her loosening a little. Were he given the chance, he'd probably be happy to keep her there forever. Eventually he speaks up again, "You can go if you want. I've showed you what I look like, after all."

"Hmmm...." They sound pretty interesting for humans, though she can't predict how she would act around a gypsy... but given her Witch genes and personality, she's a little glad there aren't any in Paradisa. She has a hard enough time getting along with regular humans.....

At Robin's statement glances up at him, gazing at him for a few moments to try and discern his mood. She doesn't feel very confident when she replies, "I guess.... Do you want me to go?"

His fingers drum softly against her arm, in perfect rhythm. It's that song from his dream again--he's not sure why he suddenly remembers it. That was the last time they shared his bed (though it would not be so... uneventful now, and he wouldn't dream of such things in his current form).

But he seems to make up his mind, stooping to press his pale lips against her forehead and tighten his nails into the fabric of her shirt.

"It's unsettling, still, to have people in here. I'd be more than happy to lay around with you for a while otherwise..." He trails off, hoping to convey his message. It's fine, just not here.

Euri doesn't need much time to contemplate her choice. There's one thing nagging at the back of her mind, and she isn't going to ignore it, but she still knows what she wants her decision to be. Her hand moves down to cover his, and she pushes herself up enough to kiss him on the lips lightly. "That's fine with me."

Getting out of this room is preferable to her, and she certainly enjoys lazing around with him. So at least on those terms she's more than happy to continue spending time with him.

"We'll go somewhere, then. Wherever you'd like."

Somewhere between him uttering the last words of that phrase and him making the conscious decision to change back, he realizes that he honestly looks forward to the idea of spending time with her... as long as she's like this, anyway. It's funny. At home there's barely anyone he'd do this sort of thing with, except for Vincent.

And they spent their "together" time hanging around bars or lazing about in the kitchen, often talking for hours and hours about nothing important or completely ignoring each others' presence for the sake of a little piece and quiet in their busy days. But it's the same idea, isn't it? A momentary relief from an otherwise stressful existence...

Since they'll be leaving, he starts to glitch back into his usual form. It probably feels a little strange if she's still leaning against him, as his form grows a little straighter, but softer, more obviously composed of flesh and less of sharp bone. His claws become fingers again, his eyes merely brown. His hair, however, remains stays ghost-white.

"Ah." He glances at his bangs, pulling up at the top of his hair a little. His motions are somehow less... coordinated, now, less comfortable, as if he somehow has to readjust to different dimensions. "This never quite works, for some reason..."

It's rude to stare, Euri knows this, but she can't stop herself from watching as his form shifts back into something more human. She's used to the way Dog changes, with poofs of black smoke, so Robin's method is unusual to her. It's interesting.

When she sees his hair isn't back to being black, she promptly grabs both sides of his face and pulls him into another, much harder kiss. "You are not changing it," she says firmly, almost glaring at him. "Not right now."

He looks amazing to her. Why does he even bother dyeing his hair here? White is so much better on him, it's natural, and it means she isn't alone in that way.

Pulling away, Euri stands and stretches. "Where do you want to go? My room?"

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She always manages to surprise him. The miss is met with a muffled sound and he has barely enough time to return a bit of the gesture. The glare is a little disconcerting, as he hadn't figured it'd be that big a deal. But then again... to people like them... maybe it counts for a lot more.

He always just thought that he was intrinsically flawed in some way, since he can never form an illusion with hair or any other color. But maybe there's meaning to it. Hah, he doesn't know.

"Uh... Yeah." He nods a little, the surprise wearing off as he stands and quickly puts on another shirt. "That'd be fine."

He takes a little initiative and decides to be the one to take her hand as they leave. It seems only fair.