Spa day [RP, Abby and Robin]

[ifwebefriends]

The doorbell rang, for the second time.

"Mmmf. A little bloody patience," Robin muttered into his pillow, except it was more like Mmmf, ma mmffhh mmuhmfy mhhmnns.

He lifted his head, with effort, and regarded the wall blearily before levering the rest of his body after his head. Doorbell. Someone at the door. Very well

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[abbytude]

Abby rolled her eyes as she took in Robin's appearance, guessed that she likely woke him up. Good. Serves him right... She shoved her way past him and into the penthouse proper, ignoring the upscale living environs as usual. "Either you've completely forgotten that I am giving up my one day off to hang out with you or you're planning to arrive at the spa already dressed for the day's events."

She didn't wait for him to answer, merely smacked his robe-covered arm. "You forgot that we had plans. Robin!"

[ifwebefriends]

"I didn't forget," Robin said breezily, rubbing at his arm. "I am merely a little disorganized on what day of the week it is and all that. Well, I mean, now I know it's the day we have plans for, I just didn't before. La."

He shut the door and wandered back through past Abby, leaning down to kiss her briefly on the cheek. "That said I am very happy to see you. Tea? Coffee? I certainly need one or the other. Possibly both. Do sit down," the last trailed off into a wide yawn punctuated by a stretch, and then Robin sauntered off towards the kitchen.

[abbytude]

There was never any real point in arguing with Robin, even if he did forget (and she strongly suspected he had) he wasn't likely to admit it. She flopped into a very generously cushioned chair and propped her feet up on a table. "Tea's fine."

Watching him for a few minutes she smirked and offered, "It's Thursday."

Abby realized they weren't going to be leaving any time soon and opted to get comfortable. She kicked off her shoes and leaned back, studying the view. It was so much nicer than the one from Cait's condo. Of course, anything not facing a brick wall was an improvement over that view. "I can't believe you can see Central Park from here..." She wrinkled her nose. "How much longer are you here for before you flit off back to the land of crumpets and barristers?"

[ifwebefriends]

"Thursday!" he said appreciatively, accompanied by the noise of the kettle being put on. "That's useful knowledge, thank you. Incidentally, unless you object, you're getting Earl Grey."

The kettle started, he crossed back into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, horizontally. Lying down was so much better than sitting up. One arm was flung over his face to spare his eyes daylight.

"Ummm. An excellent question. I shall have to call the office and find out. Presuming they don't call me first. I'm fairly certain there's something going in London this weekend I'm supposed to attend. But I shouldn't be gone long. I don't care for London in August. The city sticks to you. Wretched feeling."

Robin dropped his forearm from his face long enough to regard the ceiling, then said thoughtfully, "I rather like your idea of going to the spa like this. I don't feel like getting dressed."