ONE HUNDRED TWENTY

[tehpuck]

[Voice Post | | Accidental]

[Robin's voice is slurred, mumbling to himself and anyone around, as it wanders into the path of the computer's recording device. He's been fiddling around with the thing for the past few hours, in between drinks, he only now finally gets it to work, if not on the setting he'd wanted it.]--'ll burn a hole in the- in

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[browning_baby]

Who has such good smelling hair?

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[tehpuck]

Not you, I don't know who you... What? It's talking...

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[browning_baby]

I work with Ishiah. I'm assuming you don't remember, right?

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[tehpuck]

...Ishiah? No, it's the one with... not very... Saint Anna! You work for him, not with him, that's an entirely different horse of an entirely different color; I think I'd remember that, thank you, Ms Anita... Whom, might I add, I haven't known long enough to forget. Don't doubt me, it's unbecoming.

[And then the lucid phase ends:] But why is it talking?

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[nogoldbikinis]

Hi, there.

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[tehpuck]

Everything's talking... it's... Yes? No, I'm not... signing autographs, and you cannot touch.

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[nogoldbikinis]

I wasn't about to ask for an autograph or if I could touch, believe me.

It was something more along the lines of asking if you were alright. Other than very probably drunk.

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[tehpuck]

I find that rather difficult to fathom, in all actu... ality.

You haven't seen, or, uh. Heard. You've hardly heard intoxication from the likes of me, yet, miss... somesuch. I drunk Dionysus under the table, once, right under it, this is nothing.

[On the couch]

[ishiah]

My hair may be the only remaining part of me not smelling like spiced tomato.

[He oofs softly as he's flumped against, arm going out automatically to prevent Robin's otherwise inevitable roll to the floor.]

Idiot.

[Fonder than it should be.]

[On the couch]

[tehpuck]

Good. I may... I... If it did, all the more reason to take offense at this... [Robin's lost in all the possible responses to Ishiah's statement, rolling through options and unable to pick one out of all the others. And it does smell nice. It's distracting.] Like warm summer sun.

[He slumps further, curling into a pool of Puck on the sofa next to Ishiah, petting the seam of his jeans. Occasionally, a hiccup is heard.]

[On the couch]

[ishiah]

[Ishiah blinks as a huff of breath, close to his ear and carrying with it a warmed, mulled blend of the contends of Lux's wine cellar, blows his hair across his face. Robin smells like a brewery.]

It might be better to save the official complaint until you can form coherent sentences. What were you announcing to the network?

[He rubs slow circles between Robin's shoulderblades, a lazy effort to keep the hiccups at bay.]

[On the couch]

[tehpuck]

[Robin purrs into the contact, stretching out to make Ishiah's job easier. He shuffles, getting a better grasp on his pillow by wrapping his arms around it, smiling. The pillow's a bit stiff, though, but Robin doesn't blame Ishiah for it, as the pillow is his leg. The closed-eye smile on Robin's fase becomes a confused pout, one eye open, at Ishiah's inquiry.]

There was a- announcement? Maybe we should- [It was probably an evacuation notice. Finally. Getting up, Robin makes for the door... banging his knee into the coffee table in the process. He wobbles, hissing again, but falling over for the first time.]

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[bitingnightmare]

Sucker.

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[tehpuck]

The best. Jealous suits you wonderfully, you should know.

[tehpuck]

Mmnnnh?

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[tehpuck]

It's not an uncommon occurrrr... occer...