[He laughs a little at his own words, and there's the distant sounds of chatter fade as he exits his bar.
It takes about ten minutes or so for him to get to the statue, and he's a little amazed he remembered where to find it so fast. (Perhaps it was some of the stores surrounding it that aided him in that.) He's still in his bartending uniform, but he's sitting on the shelf surrounding the statue, legs crossed casually as he leans back.]
[his only response is a delighted giggle as he, too, leaves to find this statue that he only-mostly remembers existing.
Oren is definitely going to be there first. Robin approaches after five, ten minutes--looking very good and well-dressed, as usual, but definitely walking with that sort of casual grace that could quickly and suddenly tip over into clumsiness at any second.]
Oreeen. [he walks up to him, right into a hug. regardless of whether or not he was ready for it. sorry, man.] You're here! This is great. I was worried I wasn't going to find this because of the way that the carpets go... In the other hall...
[He's not quite ready for it, no, but he's quick to react. He wraps an arm around him into that hug, patting once or twice before he his palm smooths down to about waist-height.]
It's good you've managed then. [He's half expecting Robin to be leaning on him at any point, after watching that walk, so he stays put, shifting just enough so he can peer up at his face.]
Is this the usual for you? A party animal? At the very least, you could have saved the drinking for my company. Don't tell me you've been alone?
No, I have been drinking since, like-- [he pulls Oren off of him, shoving at his shoulders, but it's nothing bad. he just needs to look at him severely. this close, he smells like... a lot of the drinks they serve here, actually.] --Eight in the morning. I have a fucking ridiculous tolerance, it's like a marathon run.
[and then he, unsubtly, looks down at Oren's clothes.]
[He places a hand on his own hip while Robin eyes him, his weight shifting to one leg.]
And you didn't test your tolerance with me? I could have had you there in half the time. [No, probably not, with how Robin works-- But he does enjoy a cocky comment or two between his humble ones.]
Ah, but you wished to eat, right? I don't suppose you've a place in mind?
You mean you were actually working? I thought you were just saying that to sound...
[for whatever reason, he ignores the rest. or maybe he doesn't, since he suddenly starts chuckling, very delayed. he's a little unaware of where his body is in space, but he reaches down, takes Oren's hand.]
I don't, yet. Can you think of anything?
[he'll just. quietly. raise Oren's fingers to his lips and place a kiss against his knuckles.]
[What a small, affectionate gesture. It's intriguing, and Oren lets his smile peel a little wider, allowing the kiss with a practiced sort of ease.]
It may not seem so, but I'm quite an honest person. [Why build himself up on lies, right? He takes a step back, letting his arm stretch out to stay with Robin as he beckons him to follow with the other.]
Hmm, yes. A nice place, not too far from here. I've only heard word of its excellence, so let's experience it together, shall we?
[his laugh is almost a giggle, as he gets pulled along. he never really lets go of his hand, even if at a point he's only holding on by a couple of fingers.]
See, that's exactly what I'm looking for. What a gentleman.
[With the couple of fingers that remain holding on, he grips back lightly, leading him through the walkways. It should be clear where he intends to take them when they arrive. A high scale place (though pointedly not so fancy so that a drunken customer may be an issue) with booths set beside moving 'paintings' made to appear to be windows to the stars.
It takes just ten seconds or so of smooth words to the worker at the front to convince them to be seated at once, and they're moved to a booth, where Oren gestures, guiding Robin in by the hand.]
The food shall have to speak for itself, but what do you think? A nice look, isn't it?
[for now, he is at least a very well-behaved drunk. it takes a little bit of self-control, but he keeps up a fairly sober appearance all the way through the restaurant. he walks with less of a wobble, manages not to look too distracted by the insides of the place.
sitting down proves to be just a little too advanced for him, though. he falls into his seat with a laugh, nearly horizontal, before hoisting himself back up straight.]
It's gorgeous in here... I'm really charmed. I never get to be taken places like this...
[He half leans into the side of the booth after him to assure he can straighten himself, only leaving once he's sitting straight and speaking again. For now, he stays with practiced distance and sits across from him, head inclining just slightly in his surprise.]
Really? [With a face like his, too?] Why not? I can't imagine it's for lack of attention. You must be a busy man.
Oh, no. I'm usually the one leading, is all. Maybe I just have a dominating personality.
[he's happily seated where he can see the constellations, and kicks his feet gently under the table. he leans on his elbows (poor manners), even as his smile sinks into a frown.]
[At his first words, Oren simply laughs. Dominating? Well, but he's quite used to leading conversations, himself. It's polite, he thinks, to pay attention to the words of the person he's speaking with. And it's half of his charm, probably, this attention to the words and thoughts of others.]
Tek? [That name again. He places his feet carefully under the table so not to interfere with Robin's rather endearing kicking there, leaning back in the seat without slouching.] Only that you weren't able to find them. Has something happened?
[Robin's problem may very well be that he hangs out with an unusual number of impolite people. case in point, he waves his hand at the wrist with a little more thoughtless movement than usual.]
...A conniving fuckhead? I like him, we go out on little dates... [the word is hissed unfavorably, mockingly, through his teeth.] But I have to do all the work. Every time. He never thinks of taking me out somewhere, for once.
[Dates, was it? That doesn't bode well for Mattias. But then, here they are... He thinks for a moment, raising a hand to cover his mouth with just a couple fingers before he drops it, just like that.]
Never? Perhaps he's taken you for granted. [Oren is very polite in how he moves. His posture, the places he rests his arms. They're all little habits ingrained in him from life as a Prince. It's convenient.]
Unless you believe it's more intentional than that? [The word 'conniving'...
The waiter brings them some waters and menus in the meantime.]
Oh, thank you. [said with a smile, to the waiter, almost entirely out of habit. as they walk away, he returns to his slump and his dissatisfied look, staring out at the slowly-drifting "stars" behind them. it reminds him of him and Tek's conversation, about the Gods living in the Kingdom of Souls... he's really tried to be honest, then, and Tek just led him around in a frustrating circle.]
No, no. That's giving him too much credit. I think he's just lazy... In this instance.
[but his eyes flick back to Oren's face, and he seems--very aware, all of a sudden, like his intoxication is there in body, but his mind is clear.]
[With the thank you voiced for him, he doesn't bother with one, fingers tracing along the edge of the menu as he thinks.]
That's preferable, I would think, but still...
[He doesn't quite think a drunken vent is the time for advice, so he trails off there, eyes glued on the menu up until the question that startles him out of his thoughts. Almost caught off guard, his eyes dart up, and his smile curves a bit more as he laughs.]
Isn't this the level of concern you'd expect from a friend? [From how he speaks, it's almost like he's embarrassed for it to be anything more than that.]
[and see, this is normally the part of the conversation where Robin would laugh and slump back onto the table and say, "don't take me seriously, I'm drunk." he's done this trick so many times that it's barely an ounce of work for his heavy, inebriated mind to wrap around the perfect formula. easy deflection, followed by the other either doing what he asks, or turning naggy and boring on him.
but Oren has this growing way of making him feel bad for being such a terrible person about it, so his gaze eases and he sighs, ending in a small smile.]
I guess I just don't expect anyone to listen to me. Good listeners are hard to find, isn't that what you said...?
[but that said, he slinks his shoulders away from the table, picking up the menu. it's hard to tell if he's surprisingly dexterous for a drunk person, or maybe not as drunk as he'd originally seemed. his smile widens.]
Ah, I'm just being a brat. He's probably complaining to one of his friends about me right now...
[Slowly, any sheepishness fades from his face until it's completely gone. All that's left is the gaze he's giving Robin, something clearly attracted, though it's muted.]
You don't expect it, but it's something you desire, isn't it? That's the basis of your complaint. [He opens his own menu, smiling over the top of it as his legs stretch out a bit beneath the table.] For him to consider you, to listen.
I don't believe that's anything bratty. [His eyes lower, now, so that he's not staring at Robin for too long. There are dishes to skim over, after all, plates to see about trying.]
[hey, well, there's a sudden pang of realization he hadn't been looking for. he's never quite thought about it enough to put it into words, but he frowns again, eyes down.]
Oh, the usual... He'll say I'm a harlot and rude and stupid... Aaah, immature, probably. He loves spreading rumors about me.
[Tek will never be considerate towards him. if he was, he would be too close. Tek would have to admit that he cares. and then he'd run away, and leave Robin all alone, because Tek can't ever get caught caring about anything.
he squints at the menu.]
Also, I've been starting at this for a while but I can't read anything. [he sets the menu back down on the table.] Tell me something that sounds good.
[For Oren, who's so quick to spread charming smiles and light laughs, his straightening face is a sign of something. Thought, perhaps? A seriousness that lays over him like a blanket, the air dropping in some sort of quiet tension along with him.]
Words like those tell me more of him than anything else so far. [Leaning forward on the table, he closes his own menu, reaching over to open Robin's. Slowly, he flips through the pages with it upside down.]
You're none of those things. Does he aim to keep you close with lies? [A pause, and he shakes his head a bit.] I shouldn't speak out of line, perhaps. Here.
[His finger points out a dish on the menu that's pretty similar to a type of curry.] If you like spice, try this with me.
[his gut tells him, very clearly, "But they're not lies."
still, the seriousness of the moment is somewhat lost on him as he puts his face comically close to the menu. the words swim in his vision. he is just smart enough not to say some of the things that float through his head, but just drunk enough to let a couple other things slip.]
I might be too drunk, shit. This is... Okay. [Oren can watch him mouth the words. reading comprehension, and all that. he leans back with a big sigh, still edging on silly, like that was a dramatic undertaking--] I'm just gonna tell you to order some of that bread stuff? Like the light fluffy one. Like a pillow.
[He's honestly trying not to smile too much at that, but the corners of his mouth curve up. Robin's cute like this, honestly. Pulling back to his own side of the table, he lifts his menu to scan through it for any orders of bread that are described as light and fluffy. It's unfortunate that none of them are actually called pillow bread, but he does make note of something that sounds doable.
So when the waiter comes, he orders for the both of them, allowing a pause long enough if Robin wants to include anything before he's gone once more.
He hasn't forgotten about Tek, of course, but he knows when to push or give in conversation. He'll simply hope that his words pierce. That Robin will remember that he said they were lies, despite all else.]
[he waves his hand again, loosely. don't worry about it. he's already forgotten about it. food is going to happen. he is running out of things to keep track of. there's only one thing left...
he leans back in his chair again, crossing his arms. he's got a smile again, though. soft and lazy.]
I didn't mean to make it all serious, with what I was saying. We can talk about something else.
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Date: 2015-05-17 05:12 pm (UTC)[said partly into his arm... but there's the sound of someone dragging their drunk ass up a wall and starting to walk out of their ship.]
Ugh, the things I do for you. I gotta put on my not-drunk face.
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Date: 2015-05-17 06:48 pm (UTC)[He laughs a little at his own words, and there's the distant sounds of chatter fade as he exits his bar.
It takes about ten minutes or so for him to get to the statue, and he's a little amazed he remembered where to find it so fast. (Perhaps it was some of the stores surrounding it that aided him in that.) He's still in his bartending uniform, but he's sitting on the shelf surrounding the statue, legs crossed casually as he leans back.]
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Date: 2015-05-19 03:57 pm (UTC)Oren is definitely going to be there first. Robin approaches after five, ten minutes--looking very good and well-dressed, as usual, but definitely walking with that sort of casual grace that could quickly and suddenly tip over into clumsiness at any second.]
Oreeen. [he walks up to him, right into a hug. regardless of whether or not he was ready for it. sorry, man.] You're here! This is great. I was worried I wasn't going to find this because of the way that the carpets go... In the other hall...
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Date: 2015-05-20 02:14 am (UTC)It's good you've managed then. [He's half expecting Robin to be leaning on him at any point, after watching that walk, so he stays put, shifting just enough so he can peer up at his face.]
Is this the usual for you? A party animal? At the very least, you could have saved the drinking for my company. Don't tell me you've been alone?
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Date: 2015-05-20 04:05 am (UTC)[and then he, unsubtly, looks down at Oren's clothes.]
Why are you dressed like a waiter?
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Date: 2015-05-20 04:12 am (UTC)[He places a hand on his own hip while Robin eyes him, his weight shifting to one leg.]
And you didn't test your tolerance with me? I could have had you there in half the time. [No, probably not, with how Robin works-- But he does enjoy a cocky comment or two between his humble ones.]
Ah, but you wished to eat, right? I don't suppose you've a place in mind?
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Date: 2015-05-25 01:27 am (UTC)[for whatever reason, he ignores the rest. or maybe he doesn't, since he suddenly starts chuckling, very delayed. he's a little unaware of where his body is in space, but he reaches down, takes Oren's hand.]
I don't, yet. Can you think of anything?
[he'll just. quietly. raise Oren's fingers to his lips and place a kiss against his knuckles.]
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Date: 2015-05-25 01:52 am (UTC)It may not seem so, but I'm quite an honest person. [Why build himself up on lies, right? He takes a step back, letting his arm stretch out to stay with Robin as he beckons him to follow with the other.]
Hmm, yes. A nice place, not too far from here. I've only heard word of its excellence, so let's experience it together, shall we?
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Date: 2015-05-25 02:08 am (UTC)See, that's exactly what I'm looking for. What a gentleman.
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Date: 2015-05-25 02:21 am (UTC)[With the couple of fingers that remain holding on, he grips back lightly, leading him through the walkways. It should be clear where he intends to take them when they arrive. A high scale place (though pointedly not so fancy so that a drunken customer may be an issue) with booths set beside moving 'paintings' made to appear to be windows to the stars.
It takes just ten seconds or so of smooth words to the worker at the front to convince them to be seated at once, and they're moved to a booth, where Oren gestures, guiding Robin in by the hand.]
The food shall have to speak for itself, but what do you think? A nice look, isn't it?
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Date: 2015-05-25 04:25 pm (UTC)sitting down proves to be just a little too advanced for him, though. he falls into his seat with a laugh, nearly horizontal, before hoisting himself back up straight.]
It's gorgeous in here... I'm really charmed. I never get to be taken places like this...
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Date: 2015-05-25 05:58 pm (UTC)Really? [With a face like his, too?] Why not? I can't imagine it's for lack of attention. You must be a busy man.
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Date: 2015-05-25 09:56 pm (UTC)[he's happily seated where he can see the constellations, and kicks his feet gently under the table. he leans on his elbows (poor manners), even as his smile sinks into a frown.]
Tega and Ha'it, have I complained about Tek yet?
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:06 pm (UTC)Tek? [That name again. He places his feet carefully under the table so not to interfere with Robin's rather endearing kicking there, leaning back in the seat without slouching.] Only that you weren't able to find them. Has something happened?
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:12 pm (UTC)[Robin's problem may very well be that he hangs out with an unusual number of impolite people. case in point, he waves his hand at the wrist with a little more thoughtless movement than usual.]
...A conniving fuckhead? I like him, we go out on little dates... [the word is hissed unfavorably, mockingly, through his teeth.] But I have to do all the work. Every time. He never thinks of taking me out somewhere, for once.
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:20 pm (UTC)Never? Perhaps he's taken you for granted. [Oren is very polite in how he moves. His posture, the places he rests his arms. They're all little habits ingrained in him from life as a Prince. It's convenient.]
Unless you believe it's more intentional than that? [The word 'conniving'...
The waiter brings them some waters and menus in the meantime.]
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Date: 2015-05-26 05:53 am (UTC)No, no. That's giving him too much credit. I think he's just lazy... In this instance.
[but his eyes flick back to Oren's face, and he seems--very aware, all of a sudden, like his intoxication is there in body, but his mind is clear.]
Are you worried about me?
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Date: 2015-05-26 06:06 am (UTC)That's preferable, I would think, but still...
[He doesn't quite think a drunken vent is the time for advice, so he trails off there, eyes glued on the menu up until the question that startles him out of his thoughts. Almost caught off guard, his eyes dart up, and his smile curves a bit more as he laughs.]
Isn't this the level of concern you'd expect from a friend? [From how he speaks, it's almost like he's embarrassed for it to be anything more than that.]
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Date: 2015-05-26 06:41 am (UTC)but Oren has this growing way of making him feel bad for being such a terrible person about it, so his gaze eases and he sighs, ending in a small smile.]
I guess I just don't expect anyone to listen to me. Good listeners are hard to find, isn't that what you said...?
[but that said, he slinks his shoulders away from the table, picking up the menu. it's hard to tell if he's surprisingly dexterous for a drunk person, or maybe not as drunk as he'd originally seemed. his smile widens.]
Ah, I'm just being a brat. He's probably complaining to one of his friends about me right now...
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Date: 2015-05-26 06:47 am (UTC)You don't expect it, but it's something you desire, isn't it? That's the basis of your complaint. [He opens his own menu, smiling over the top of it as his legs stretch out a bit beneath the table.] For him to consider you, to listen.
I don't believe that's anything bratty. [His eyes lower, now, so that he's not staring at Robin for too long. There are dishes to skim over, after all, plates to see about trying.]
What complaints could he possibly have?
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Date: 2015-05-27 03:59 pm (UTC)Oh, the usual... He'll say I'm a harlot and rude and stupid... Aaah, immature, probably. He loves spreading rumors about me.
[Tek will never be considerate towards him. if he was, he would be too close. Tek would have to admit that he cares. and then he'd run away, and leave Robin all alone, because Tek can't ever get caught caring about anything.
he squints at the menu.]
Also, I've been starting at this for a while but I can't read anything. [he sets the menu back down on the table.] Tell me something that sounds good.
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Date: 2015-05-27 04:58 pm (UTC)Words like those tell me more of him than anything else so far. [Leaning forward on the table, he closes his own menu, reaching over to open Robin's. Slowly, he flips through the pages with it upside down.]
You're none of those things. Does he aim to keep you close with lies? [A pause, and he shakes his head a bit.] I shouldn't speak out of line, perhaps. Here.
[His finger points out a dish on the menu that's pretty similar to a type of curry.] If you like spice, try this with me.
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Date: 2015-05-27 08:04 pm (UTC)still, the seriousness of the moment is somewhat lost on him as he puts his face comically close to the menu. the words swim in his vision. he is just smart enough not to say some of the things that float through his head, but just drunk enough to let a couple other things slip.]
I might be too drunk, shit. This is... Okay. [Oren can watch him mouth the words. reading comprehension, and all that. he leans back with a big sigh, still edging on silly, like that was a dramatic undertaking--] I'm just gonna tell you to order some of that bread stuff? Like the light fluffy one. Like a pillow.
[and in case it wasn't clear:] The pillow bread.
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Date: 2015-05-27 08:19 pm (UTC)[He's honestly trying not to smile too much at that, but the corners of his mouth curve up. Robin's cute like this, honestly. Pulling back to his own side of the table, he lifts his menu to scan through it for any orders of bread that are described as light and fluffy. It's unfortunate that none of them are actually called pillow bread, but he does make note of something that sounds doable.
So when the waiter comes, he orders for the both of them, allowing a pause long enough if Robin wants to include anything before he's gone once more.
He hasn't forgotten about Tek, of course, but he knows when to push or give in conversation. He'll simply hope that his words pierce. That Robin will remember that he said they were lies, despite all else.]
Hopefully that will do just fine.
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Date: 2015-05-27 09:24 pm (UTC)[he waves his hand again, loosely. don't worry about it. he's already forgotten about it. food is going to happen. he is running out of things to keep track of. there's only one thing left...
he leans back in his chair again, crossing his arms. he's got a smile again, though. soft and lazy.]
I didn't mean to make it all serious, with what I was saying. We can talk about something else.
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