"You know that I don't have a lot of principles," Robin says from where he appears in the doorway with his own glass clutched between gentle fingers, a lidded look on his face He's happy to watch Ishiah work with the food, as good a show as any he could ask for. There is a lot to appreciate about Ishiah.
"So I can't say that mine are being particularly tried. But you also know that I'm not a complete sociopath, so I might as well not put up any fronts right here, between the two of us. I'm sorry that you're put into the position that you are. Truly. You never elected yourself for it, not really, and now there is no conscientiously refusing it. But you know ... if you break the kitchen, you'll only have two problems."
He lets the light of amusement shine in his eyes briefly before crossing the room and slipping still slightly cool hands under the fabric of the back of Ishiah's shirt, fingers working their way up the stiffness bunched around his spine where it cuts through the muscle on either side.
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"So I can't say that mine are being particularly tried. But you also know that I'm not a complete sociopath, so I might as well not put up any fronts right here, between the two of us. I'm sorry that you're put into the position that you are. Truly. You never elected yourself for it, not really, and now there is no conscientiously refusing it. But you know ... if you break the kitchen, you'll only have two problems."
He lets the light of amusement shine in his eyes briefly before crossing the room and slipping still slightly cool hands under the fabric of the back of Ishiah's shirt, fingers working their way up the stiffness bunched around his spine where it cuts through the muscle on either side.