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[heresyandlace]

"I'm sorry that I'm away from my device. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you when I can."

[BEEP.]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he said at. he won't go inside. part of his thinking was deciding if he can handle bumping into someone on the way there--and he believes that he can.

so he'll show up in... a little bit, dressed normal, acting normal. a little distracted, but it could be much, much worse. he'll basically stand there and ring the doorbell until Tek comes outside.]

[heresyandlace]

[it could be much worse. so, when Tek finally appears and gets a look at him, taking in all of the normal, he's quick to smile.]

Lovely evening, isn't it?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Sure. [he glances over at the horizon, briefly...] Stars'll be nice.

[his tension doesn't really show until he starts moving; precise, smooth motions, like his fidgeting is calculated. weight from one foot to the other, looking with his eyes but not his head.]

Got anywhere in mind?

[heresyandlace]

Right, because we haven't had enough of those.

[it's sad when the novelty of a night sky wears off, but having real dirt under your feet is a luxury. and he doesn't pick at or crowd Robin. not yet. he'll just start walking--give him some time to move around without having to watch his every seam and weak point, before he starts something like that.]

There is one square to the west that I particularly like. I bet it's like a graveyard at this hour.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[not picking at him is a very kind gesture, all things considered. Robin is doing a fine job of crowding himself, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his elbows just a little too close to his sides. ]

Sounds good to me. I'd kill for an actual graveyard... [ah. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a sharp smirk, like clockwork.] No pun intended.