"Well, Keats pulled his cigarettes from the dresser and sighed. "There's me body, at least." He plopped back on his bed and tugged at the too large set of pajamas again.
Keats grabbed his glasses from the dresser and placed them on Robin's nose. Then he growled. "Oi! ... oh, yer not as blind as I am." He offered them up to Robin as he walked past her to his closet. There he pulled out a set of clothes and tossed them on the bed. "Here. I suppose ye'll need to do the same fer me."
He paused to think about her question, unlit cigarette dangling from Robin's lips. "Well, I haven't lit anythin on fire..."
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"Well, no exactly." Keats would have laughed at the sound of his accent coming out of this lithe little person's body, but he missed his body. "I feel like myself." He said with the cigarette still in Robin's mouth.
Keats followed here and was a little upset that he didn't seem to want to smoke in Robin's body. He wanted the action, but the cigarette made her sneeze.
Then she started pulling out women's clothes. Keats wished that he had... some way to say he'd never put them on, but considering the city liked to give him ... assets, so to speak, as a woman, Keats was fairly good at such things.
"Well, I still feel like myself." Keats muttered. "Fer the most part, I don't want to smoke." He did say that in a sulking tone. "But I'll survive."
He snorted and turned Robin's pretty nose up in what probably looked like a pout. "I won't smoke, but I like having it." And he wouldn't drink either, he didn't fancy puking and it wasn't his body after all.
"You dress quite well, actually." Keats responded a little confused. He himself was typically dressed like a prude, so it was what was most comfortable. "Unless you have a miniskirt in there, and you shouldn't wear that sort of thing."
He sighed and got dressed. What she did wear was a lot more constricting than the clothes that Rogue had allowed him to borrow. A simple bra and tee had been good enough at the time.
Of course, as a woman he was much taller and more hippy than Robin. It was unfair, really, that the City always seemed to favor him in states of undress.
"It will be fine, no worries, Lass." At least it was Robin and no one that would use his body for any... strange purposes or embarrassment tattoos.
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"Morning."
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Keats looked at the cigarette and the lighter forlornly. "I like smoking..."
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He paused to think about her question, unlit cigarette dangling from Robin's lips. "Well, I haven't lit anythin on fire..."
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"Oi, I want coffee."
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Still tugging on his pajamas, Keats moved Robin's body out into the main kitchen. A lingering smell tickled her nose and he sneezed.
He hoped he wasn't going to light anything on fire.
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Then she started pulling out women's clothes. Keats wished that he had... some way to say he'd never put them on, but considering the city liked to give him ... assets, so to speak, as a woman, Keats was fairly good at such things.
"Well, I still feel like myself." Keats muttered. "Fer the most part, I don't want to smoke." He did say that in a sulking tone. "But I'll survive."
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"You dress quite well, actually." Keats responded a little confused. He himself was typically dressed like a prude, so it was what was most comfortable. "Unless you have a miniskirt in there, and you shouldn't wear that sort of thing."
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Of course, as a woman he was much taller and more hippy than Robin. It was unfair, really, that the City always seemed to favor him in states of undress.
"It will be fine, no worries, Lass." At least it was Robin and no one that would use his body for any... strange purposes or embarrassment tattoos.
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