break this silence with the taste of something violent;1inagenerationJune 20 2009, 19:36:03 UTC
There's something comforting about repetitive movements- Buffy would have to guess the reason behind this fact being that there was very little thinking to it. Draw, punch, draw, punch- it stung in just the right amounts. Hurt just enough for her brain to register what she was doing, but-
...Was that a snapping noise?
The two seconds in which she was allowed to panic were rudely cut short by the chain holding the punching bag to the wall snapping off with a clang and a clatter, sending the oversized thing flying across the room. Smacking against a wall. Upending the weapons rack and littering shiny sharp things on the floor beneath
( ... )
break this silence with the taste of something violent;winewomenandJune 20 2009, 20:19:29 UTC
Robin was in the office, working on some of Niko's managerial duties for him-- being as he was in the hospital and may remain there for weeks --when he'd heard the noise which was decidedly not the usual grunting and wet thumps of physical exertion (fighting, in this case, and not sex). Nearly knocking his coffee over, startled, he bolted out of the office just in time to see a load of expensive weaponry fall to the recently waxed wooden floor of Hinode Dojo.
At the sight of the mess, and the sight of Buffy's blonde hair, Robin's hands went to his own curly head, tugging for a second before spreading out in front of him, an incredulous, over-dramatic gesture to match the incredulity that spread across his features and camped there. His mouth worked for a few seconds, mobile, before he found his words.
"Kologameio! Buffy! What did you do-- you are not pinning this on me. I am the pinner in any given situation, not the pinned, do you understand? Goddamn."
break this silence with the taste of something violent;1inagenerationJune 20 2009, 20:25:41 UTC
Oh, crap. Why is it that the only time she's broken something major in weeks is the day that Robin decides not to slack off? She groans audibly before moving over to assess the damage. "It's not that bad. Really. I can just um- pick this up. And put this....here." she gingerly picks up the now-broken rack and a few weapons on the floor, trying not to cut herself in the process.
And then she turns around and hisses, "You are not telling Niko about this."
Hospitalized or not, Buffy had absolute faith in Niko's ability to be stern and frankly, terrifying. Apocalypses and scary monsters had nothing on him.
break this silence with the taste of something violent;winewomenandJune 20 2009, 20:33:38 UTC
His hands found the way to his face and he scrubbed for a moment, shaking his head back and forth and moaning under his breath. Finally, he gathered himself and, throwing his tie over his shoulder, he gingerly made his way through the pile of well-sharpened katanas and tangled fencing foils in his shiny black Oxfords, eventually reaching Buffy and pointing at the broken chain connected to the fallen punching bag.
"You. That. I'll...get this back on the wall. Don't cut yourself, or we'll be here hours cleaning off the overpriced cutlery."
He held out two hands, wagging his fingers and gesturing for Buffy to hand it over to him, bottom lip pressed between immaculately white, straight incisors.
"Neither one of us is telling Niko about this. Do I look terminally stupid, or just like a useless lapdog? We would both be up to our necks in forlorn steel-colored glowers. No thank you."
break this silence with the taste of something violent;1inagenerationJune 20 2009, 20:46:08 UTC
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Is this Robin trying to help? She's slightly shocked and so picks up the heavy bag with ease, taking it back to where it was originally, staring up at the ceiling and the severed chain attached to it. "Do you think we could somehow reattach this?" Buffy calls before leaving the bag there and moving back to help Robin with the overpriced cutlery, as he put it.
"Hey, Robin?"
Oh. There you go. A smile. Well, he kind of deserves it and she has kind of been leaning on the whole 'frigid bitch' thing for a little too long.
break this silence with the taste of something violent;winewomenandJune 20 2009, 20:55:48 UTC
"I have spot welding equipment stored somewhere. I can take care of it sometime this week when I have the time."
Robin shook his head critically a small bend in the metal rack he'd just hung back on the wall, wondering whether or not Niko would notice, or, more to the point-- as Niko was OCD and would most certainly notice --whether or not he would actually bring it up or just glare pointedly for a week. Turning startled, bright green eyes on Buffy, Robin paused to watch her pick up various pointy implements, mind elsewhere.
break this silence with the taste of something violent;1inagenerationJune 20 2009, 21:09:58 UTC
"Not really." she has to admit with another exasperated groan and a face-palm. Was this resolution time? It was definitely her time to resolve to be Nicer to Robin. She liked him, he was just...really, really flamboyant. Or at least, that was one word for it.
"I'll make it up to you."
Oh. The rack's bent. She bends it a little bit in the other direction so that it's slightly straighter than before. "You think Niko will notice that now?"
break this silence with the taste of something violent;winewomenandJune 20 2009, 21:15:04 UTC
"Fairer than perhaps I deserve." It was a biting piece of honesty-- Robin had gone through some things recently, at home. Humbling things. At times he was prone to being hard on himself, but emotional vulnerability was never comfortable for him. He turned his face to the side, hiding his lips from her as he spoke.
Moving away, he gathered more weapons from the floor with careful, quick fingers, sliding scabbards back onto a katana and wakizashi pair before straightening up and watching as Buffy bent the rack back into near-perfect place. Robin's eyebrows climbed his smooth forehead, expression betraying something slightly feral and earthy for only a heartbeat.
"Only if we act extremely suspicious as if there is something which he should not be noticing."
...Was that a snapping noise?
The two seconds in which she was allowed to panic were rudely cut short by the chain holding the punching bag to the wall snapping off with a clang and a clatter, sending the oversized thing flying across the room. Smacking against a wall. Upending the weapons rack and littering shiny sharp things on the floor beneath ( ... )
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At the sight of the mess, and the sight of Buffy's blonde hair, Robin's hands went to his own curly head, tugging for a second before spreading out in front of him, an incredulous, over-dramatic gesture to match the incredulity that spread across his features and camped there. His mouth worked for a few seconds, mobile, before he found his words.
"Kologameio! Buffy! What did you do-- you are not pinning this on me. I am the pinner in any given situation, not the pinned, do you understand? Goddamn."
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And then she turns around and hisses, "You are not telling Niko about this."
Hospitalized or not, Buffy had absolute faith in Niko's ability to be stern and frankly, terrifying. Apocalypses and scary monsters had nothing on him.
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"You. That. I'll...get this back on the wall. Don't cut yourself, or we'll be here hours cleaning off the overpriced cutlery."
He held out two hands, wagging his fingers and gesturing for Buffy to hand it over to him, bottom lip pressed between immaculately white, straight incisors.
"Neither one of us is telling Niko about this. Do I look terminally stupid, or just like a useless lapdog? We would both be up to our necks in forlorn steel-colored glowers. No thank you."
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"Hey, Robin?"
Oh. There you go. A smile. Well, he kind of deserves it and she has kind of been leaning on the whole 'frigid bitch' thing for a little too long.
"Thanks."
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Robin shook his head critically a small bend in the metal rack he'd just hung back on the wall, wondering whether or not Niko would notice, or, more to the point-- as Niko was OCD and would most certainly notice --whether or not he would actually bring it up or just glare pointedly for a week. Turning startled, bright green eyes on Buffy, Robin paused to watch her pick up various pointy implements, mind elsewhere.
"It's not a problem. You're fair to me."
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"I'll make it up to you."
Oh. The rack's bent. She bends it a little bit in the other direction so that it's slightly straighter than before. "You think Niko will notice that now?"
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Moving away, he gathered more weapons from the floor with careful, quick fingers, sliding scabbards back onto a katana and wakizashi pair before straightening up and watching as Buffy bent the rack back into near-perfect place. Robin's eyebrows climbed his smooth forehead, expression betraying something slightly feral and earthy for only a heartbeat.
"Only if we act extremely suspicious as if there is something which he should not be noticing."
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