robindarich | (closed to hoasen)

[It was precisely the type of place he didn't want to be. Bigwigs, everywhere. People boasting about themselves and their accomplishments, small talk nobody really cared about filled the air. Everyone was dressed to the nines, as well. Men were in sharp suits, women were in formal gowns and were heavily laden with any jewelry they owned. He spotted a diamond necklace on one woman that would have fed an entire town with provisions before glancing away.

Even Robin, who usually wore his muddy boots and ragged mantle was in his own suit to blend in. He must have looked nice because more than once he caught a woman or two, even a man, looking after him as he strolled around aimlessly. At one point, he took a glass of champagne from the tray of a waiter to kill time and wait for his date.

They decided to meet here to draw less attention instead of walk in together. It was easier to sneak himself in on his own than worry about another person. Besides, his "partner" had her own means of infiltration. He just hopes she hasn't already gotten caught and he's left to complete this mission on his own.

In the middle of lifting his glass, he can hear a couple of older birds whispering at each other. "Who is that? I've never seen her before?" He turns in his spot to look at the top of a staircase and nearly drops the clear crystal glass.

His "partner" is here, finally, but he almost didn't recognize her. Similar to him, she was usually found in her simple style. But now she fits right in with the rest of the woman here. Only... classy? He doesn't know.

All he knows is he's staring at her from the bottom of the staircase like an idiot.]

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[Respect -- now that's new. Here he is saying fuckboy things and she tells him she respects those choices. It's part of the show they're putting on, but it still surprises him enough that he goes silent and his smile slacks.

It's enough to catch him off guard that he falls a bit more into her when she pulls him in and kisses back. A wayward thought of something like he could tilt his head just a little and their lips would be touching.

Instead, he eases back as he hand keeps settled on the back of his collar. His thumb rubs at the spot she kissed, an eyebrow quirked down at her for being so bold.]

You──

[He feels eyes on them and takes a quick look around. Uh.

Being the center of attention is bad. Very bad.]

Ah, haha, you vixen. [He changes his tone and wraps an arm around her waist, guiding her away.] Let's find someplace more private, shall we? Maybe there's a closet we can squeeze into.

[While the tone suggests innuendo, Robin just needs to get them out of the spotlight before they're approached by someone they shouldn't be noticed by.]

Come on.

[She respects most of his decisions anyway, aside from the ones where he's clearly making a mess of himself, in which she tries to stop him before he wrecks himself. Still difficult, but she's going to try! So seeing him a little surprised, this close...well, she'll remember it.

As for now, it seems by playing the game, at least she's allowed to be bolder than usual, which goes along with his flow. And so they've done enough, she's sure, and follows his lead in getting them away from all this attention. They've made enough of an impact to look like a bunch of socialites anyway.

So with her hand on his hand after he places it around her waist, she moves along with him--]

You'll have to be careful of the dress. [--implying that she may have something hidden in it, as they keep going. Not because they may have some unfortunate "accident" with it in the closet.

She does press close enough whenever anyone passes, her hand now sliding behind him and up his back, making it look like she can't get her hands off of him. Now to get to their new base of operations.]

[wherein all the choices he makes a mess of him, it's just nobody knows it because he's good at burying things. burying bodies, burying emotions. one more frequenting than the other.]

I doubt there's any way to be careful in a broom clo...

[she presses closer. somehow. he was pretty sure they were close as is but she finds the empty spots and occupies them with her hips and waist. all against his side.

he steadies his breathing and it's a fucking effort to keep from stuttering a step or not having his fingers flex on her side.

they make it outside to a balcony. sorry, no closet. it's secluded and as soon as he realizes nobody is watching, peels himself away and runs a hand through his less-messy-than-usual hair.]

That was close. [he sighs, and fidgets with his collar as he levels a look at her.

and quickly averts his eyes.]

There's such a thing as overacting, you know.

(closed to hoasen)

i pity da foo who takes a full month to tag back holy fuck

look wat lyfe did

it fought the law and the law won?