Someone that I don't remember and that I've apparently had sex with years ago... he was in front of our apartment earlier, and he approached me like he was going to reunite with his long lost lover. I didn't let him touch me, because I thought he was insane... and I still think he's insane. He has all these delusions. Apparently, because I don't remember him, I have amnesia and multiple personality disorder.
It usually was. I simply didn't realize at the time because I was an idiot and young and any other word that you want to use to describe past me... that this kid is a few marbles short of a full bag.
I don't think he's dangerous if that's what you mean. He doesn't hear the truth, no matter how you tell it to him, and he wanted to know the exact shade of my eyes. But he seems harmless if not incredibly annoying and clearly insane.
Liberal, is the word I believe best used, considering.
Yes, of course that's what I mean. I don't need to remind you of all the times your suits were ruined or you were on crutches or the fact Wyatt seemed perfectly harmless at first, or--
Bones shift and easily enough there's a margay. She does not want to be home. She also does not want to be a cat. Unfortunately, she's agitated enough that being able to shift back right now is all but an impossibility. The frustration this causes is taken out on one of the sofa's cushions.
Rachel snaps her jaw and tears the cushion to threads with her claws. She'll regret that later. She likes those cushions and takes naps on that sofa.
She twirls in place restlessly until she's tired enough that she flops back down on the remaining cushion.
Gnnn, hate. She hates the feeling of wanting to crawl out of her skin, because the skin feels wrong.
Robin walks into the apartment, and he immediately takes in the sight of the shredded cushion and the Rachel flopped on the remaining cushion. He doesn't know what to say so he doesn't say anything.
He walks over to the sofa and kneels in front of it.
He won't initiate any contact.
He'll simply exist, near her, and let her make the first move even if that's to scratch him.
Rachel lifts her head when he walks in, her head feeling heavier than it usually does. This probably has something to do with the fact she was getting a headache before she shifted. She just feels awkward, in body and in the fact she isn't used to communicating when she can't talk.
The fact she can't talk makes everything else all the more obvious. Her ears are curled in and her tail remains still, and she swipes a paw against her own face.
She will never not hate this shape shifting business, and she will never not hate that not a month can go by without something potentially life-altering happening.
God forbid they be happy for longer than that. With that in mind, Rachel just settles on placing her head back where it was, looking like a miserable kitty.
When she sets her head down again, Robin can't help but reach over, running his hand along her fur. It's a quiet gesture. He doesn't say anything more yet, because he's still not sure what to say.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before about... the way that I used to be when it comes to sex. Honestly, I never wanted to know about your past sex life, and I didn't think you'd want to know about mine either."
He didn't think it would ever come up.
How could he imagine that someone he had sex with years ago would find him in Chicago today?
"I didn't think it would be relevant, but... I am ashamed of who I was. I can only tell you that I'm not that person anymore. I haven't been, not since years before you met me."
Rachel tilts her head, as if acknowledging this. They both never asked, with the unspoken agreement it would be useless to do so. What relationship was important, they did talk about. Bruce and Natasha have been spoken about at length. They were both different before they ever walked into their relationship, and he never did lie about how he went about distracting himself. She just...didn't think it would be an issue, either.
Still, the thought of him sleeping with so many people, and finding it so meaningless, finding them meaningless enough to discard like socks. He's not that person anymore, she knows it but she can't help reacting to it.
Maybe if they hadn't been through everything they've been through, she'd be more upset. Except they have and in comparison to Wyatt, this isn't--they've come too far to let something like this be what comes between them
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It should be more strange, talking to an animal. It isn't at all, because he knows that it's Rachel in all the fur. Talking to her is easy, and he even understands what she's trying to express when she rubs her face against his. His hand runs down the length of her body again, petting gently.
"I didn't love then," Robin says. He didn't think he could. He didn't think it would be fair. He thought risking even one night with someone was dangerous for them.
He built himself to do what was necessary. He was an asshole, because he thought he had to be. Robin was charming but never sincere. The walls were up so high that no one could get through. If she had met him then, he has a feeling that she wouldn't be able to stand him, and he never would have let her get close.
She wouldn't have wanted to.
It was about distractions, yes. It was about convincing himself that there's no one he would want to get close to, because he couldn't get close to anyone. Can't miss it if he doesn't want it. Quick, intense and it's over. He's never really
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How can you not remember someone you had sex with? I know you're nearly sixty but honestly, Robin.
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It wasn't meaningful sex. It was just one night stands.
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Looks like it was pretty meaningful to them. Him. Whatever.
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I have no idea why. I'm not proud of who I was when I would have those one night stands, but I never gave any illusions to it being more than sex.
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That probably should have been made clear to them, but what's done is done.
Should I be worried?
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I don't think he's dangerous if that's what you mean. He doesn't hear the truth, no matter how you tell it to him, and he wanted to know the exact shade of my eyes. But he seems harmless if not incredibly annoying and clearly insane.
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Yes, of course that's what I mean. I don't need to remind you of all the times your suits were ruined or you were on crutches or the fact Wyatt seemed perfectly harmless at first, or--
[gnnnn, cannot finish. hand is paw.]
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I'm being more cautious than all those other times.
Are you
I'm hoping you're a margay and that's why you can't finish that sentence. I'm almost home.
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Rachel snaps her jaw and tears the cushion to threads with her claws. She'll regret that later. She likes those cushions and takes naps on that sofa.
She twirls in place restlessly until she's tired enough that she flops back down on the remaining cushion.
Gnnn, hate. She hates the feeling of wanting to crawl out of her skin, because the skin feels wrong.
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He walks over to the sofa and kneels in front of it.
He won't initiate any contact.
He'll simply exist, near her, and let her make the first move even if that's to scratch him.
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The fact she can't talk makes everything else all the more obvious. Her ears are curled in and her tail remains still, and she swipes a paw against her own face.
She will never not hate this shape shifting business, and she will never not hate that not a month can go by without something potentially life-altering happening.
God forbid they be happy for longer than that. With that in mind, Rachel just settles on placing her head back where it was, looking like a miserable kitty.
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"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before about... the way that I used to be when it comes to sex. Honestly, I never wanted to know about your past sex life, and I didn't think you'd want to know about mine either."
He didn't think it would ever come up.
How could he imagine that someone he had sex with years ago would find him in Chicago today?
"I didn't think it would be relevant, but... I am ashamed of who I was. I can only tell you that I'm not that person anymore. I haven't been, not since years before you met me."
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Still, the thought of him sleeping with so many people, and finding it so meaningless, finding them meaningless enough to discard like socks. He's not that person anymore, she knows it but she can't help reacting to it.
Maybe if they hadn't been through everything they've been through, she'd be more upset. Except they have and in comparison to Wyatt, this isn't--they've come too far to let something like this be what comes between them ( ... )
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"I didn't love then," Robin says. He didn't think he could. He didn't think it would be fair. He thought risking even one night with someone was dangerous for them.
He built himself to do what was necessary. He was an asshole, because he thought he had to be. Robin was charming but never sincere. The walls were up so high that no one could get through. If she had met him then, he has a feeling that she wouldn't be able to stand him, and he never would have let her get close.
She wouldn't have wanted to.
It was about distractions, yes. It was about convincing himself that there's no one he would want to get close to, because he couldn't get close to anyone. Can't miss it if he doesn't want it. Quick, intense and it's over. He's never really ( ... )
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