http://actionlaced.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] actionlaced.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] uisgeannan2011-09-12 08:15 pm

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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.

[identity profile] birdmetaphor.livejournal.com 2011-09-19 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
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.