[With the Cherima festivities all wrapped up (ha) and over with, it's been a welcome return to everyday life for Robin. Holidays are fun to a certain point, but he'd made a mess of a few of his fingers sewing Hakuno's shawl - he's much better at mending or altering clothing than creating new things.
Incidentally, that's what he's doing right now. The cloak he's been wearing since his second day here has started to show signs of wear; normally, he'd be suspicious of the quality of the cloth, but between skirmishes with Noir and the dungeons it's only to be expected of someone in combat on a regular basis. He still hasn't been able to find time to make it to the shop Hakuno told him about, but the least he can do is mend the hems, which are starting to look a little uneven.
He's so absorbed in his task that he doesn't even notice Hakuno come in, his brows furrowed in concentration. The last thing he needs is to stab himself with another needle.]
[Hakuno has, in the most Gilgamesh sort of way, been pampered and drowned in affection. He also took it upon himself to 'educate' her for the sake of her future solo and partnered adventures in eroticism which, in retrospect is so embarrassing.
Almost as embarrassing as the face that it almost completely flew over her head that Gilgamesh actually viewed her as a woman worth having, realization only dawning literal moments before clothes came off. Hakuno heaves a small sigh and faceplants onto her bed. with a little bounce. Robin, as usual, hadn't really asked any questions about where she was headed when she asked him to look after Kuli or Francis Xavier last night, so she rolls sluggishly onto her side and peers over at him.
She watches him work, interested, before remembering what she had meant to say.]
Ah, thanks for babysitting last night. I owe you one.
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One of these days I'll start charging you for it. By the way, I might have missed a spot, and I spent a while cleaning it up, so check the floor for bloodstains, will you? A fresh pair of eyes might find something I overlooked.
[This sounds unsettling out of context, but it's becoming something of a regular occurrence for Robin to bring home rabbits for Kuli. In fact, it had become very regular just prior to Hakuno receiving her gift for Cherima...he needed something to do with what was left after he skinned them, after all.
He swears under his breath as he just barely avoids stabbing himself in the thumb. That's the last thing he needs...there hadn't been a fight or a dungeon this month, but that's no excuse to slip up when it comes to maintaining the most crucial parts of his body.]
Should I start charging you for lecture notes, then?
[It's teasing, and they both know it. If he wasn't leeching off of her, he'd just track down some poor innocent school girl who didn't know any better. Or so she's ribbed in the past. She rolls over again, half-hanging over the edge of her mattress to idly inspect the floor. This time, it seems like he managed to keep things tidy, but this position sparks an idea.]
Oh, hold on.
[Awkwardly, she balances herself on a bedpost and rummages around upside down until she flops back up with a small sewing kit in tow. She pops it open and plucks out a cute thimble, showing it off.
In her unbandaged, newly healed, newly tattooed hand.]
There are more than enough girls who are good at notes to go around.
[Judging by the small pile of unopened, disregarded love letters Robin keeps on his desk to test out the efficacy of various poisons and potions when applied to paper, it seems like he'd definitely have a good pool of options in the event she ever decided she wasn't joking anymore.
He glances over to see what she's trying to hand him, a distinctly unimpressed expression settling on his face when he sees her hand. He takes the thimble, though, frowning a little at the tight fit.]
...You really do keep the most boring shit under your bed, don't you.
[She pulls a face back at him for that expression, since they already agreed to disagree on the 'branding' issue. Sort of. Silently. They have a running list of things they Just Don't Talk About, and she's reasonably sure it's on there somewhere.]
I could toss a negligee under there, if it bugs you that much.
Nah, don't bother. You'd probably just pick something tacky anyway.
[This is definitely a jab at the tattoo without actually making a jab at the tattoo. To be fair, though, he thought it was a little tacky that she got her ears pierced, too, especially since she made him hold her hand the whole time.]
I just have the one and it's probably tacky by your standards, so I don't know what to tell you. It was a gift. I'll just have to keep on disappointing your ne'er-do-well hopes for my private life.
[She stretches out on the bed, making sure her tattoo is fully visible for five consecutive seconds, to make a point, before burying both her hands beneath her pillow and snuggling up, still watching him work.]
I'm pretty sure I've told you this before, but I don't give a single shit about your private life.
[The words come out a little more hostile than he intended, and he swears a lot louder this time as he stabs himself right in the index finger. A few moments and an expertly applied bandage later and he's back at work, however.]
[It's a lot more hostile than he's been with her in a long time, and it visibly startles her. Luckily, it almost coincides with his sudden exclamation, so if he asks (unlikely) she has an easy out. Still, she wilts around the edges and hugs her pillow a little tighter, falling silent for a moment rather than firing back a dry retort, the way she usually might.]
...right. Uh, I guess... just, um, give me a yell if you need your fingers patched up later. You work with pretty volatile substances, so please don't just tough it out.
[He knows immediately that he screwed up, but there's no real way to say "this whole thing bothers me on an emotional level I don't quite comprehend" without having to think about things he told himself he'd never think about. Fortunately, he might have an easy out too.]
...Listen, I didn't mean to snap at you. I've been - hemming isn't as easy as I remember it being.
[He does his best to sound convincing, at least, holding up one of his hands. They're all covering tiny puncture wounds, but there's four bandages on it.]
[Well, no, it isn't, she didn't deserve that level of hostility in the slightest. But, the confirmation that she didn't do anything to deserve it is somehow reassuring enough that it motivates her to sit up, set her pillow aside, and cross over to his side of the room.]
Here, let me. Being distracted by those can't be helping your efforts, either.
[When she reaches out, it's with her bare, right hand.]
[Robin hesitates, then turns his eyes back to his sewing.]
Don't interpret this as me brushing you off, because it's not, but you might as well wait until I'm done. I'm probably gonna stab myself a few more times before this is fixed, so there's no point in healing me twice.
[Something so tiny can't be much of a drain on mana at all, but it's still more efficient just to get the whole thing done at once.]
[Robin glances out the window, then tilts his head in thought. Clocks are pretty convenient, but the position of the sun is still his default timekeeping device.]
Looks like about an hour.
[He's almost done with it, so it shouldn't take much longer to finish from here.]
I was hoping I'd be done before you got back, but like I said, I don't remember it being this difficult.
[Because now she'll know exactly how much effort he went through to stitch something together from scratch for her, and that is the last thing he ever wanted.
Incidentally, it's more difficult this time around because he's actually putting effort into it, instead of just haphazardly sewing closed the holes on his sleeves to avoid arousing suspicion in his old village.]
[It may be the last thing he ever wanted to let slip, but it makes something in Hakuno's chest relax to the point of melting, sweet and warm and touched. She endeavors not to let it show, since he can be... touchy when feelings come into play.]
Do you think you could teach me some time? I only know the very basics, so I haven't had all that much time to practice or check out different techniques.
[Wait, what is that supposed to mean? If he knows best how okay she is with fixing things, then...
He looks a little irritated for a few seconds before letting it slide. She pressed a pretty sore spot, but it doesn't look like it was on purpose, and it's more productive to work toward being a little more reliable than it is to get mad, anyway.]
The only things I won't teach you are traps and assassination, so if you have any other requests I'm all ears.
[Well, now the scales are evened. He lashed out when he had no reason to, and carefully grit his teeth and bore it when he could have kicked up a fuss. She hadn't meant anything bad by it, that much is true. It's more a credit to him than a mark against him, from her perspective. Robin is one of the most self-preservative people Hakuno knows; for all the damage he takes over time, it's self-evident just how hard he works.
But it's awkward to say so out loud.]
Identifying edible plants from dangerous ones, and... um...
They're not comfortable at all, unless checking the knots every thirty minutes until you're so tired of worrying you pass out is your idea of comfortable.
[Whenever he slept in a hammock, they were usually highly-suspended to avoid detection, so his view of them is more than a little skewed.]
But if you want to learn so bad, I don't really see a reason not to teach you.
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Incidentally, that's what he's doing right now. The cloak he's been wearing since his second day here has started to show signs of wear; normally, he'd be suspicious of the quality of the cloth, but between skirmishes with Noir and the dungeons it's only to be expected of someone in combat on a regular basis. He still hasn't been able to find time to make it to the shop Hakuno told him about, but the least he can do is mend the hems, which are starting to look a little uneven.
He's so absorbed in his task that he doesn't even notice Hakuno come in, his brows furrowed in concentration. The last thing he needs is to stab himself with another needle.]
I get you
Almost as embarrassing as the face that it almost completely flew over her head that Gilgamesh actually viewed her as a woman worth having, realization only dawning literal moments before clothes came off. Hakuno heaves a small sigh and faceplants onto her bed. with a little bounce. Robin, as usual, hadn't really asked any questions about where she was headed when she asked him to look after Kuli or Francis Xavier last night, so she rolls sluggishly onto her side and peers over at him.
She watches him work, interested, before remembering what she had meant to say.]
Ah, thanks for babysitting last night. I owe you one.
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[This sounds unsettling out of context, but it's becoming something of a regular occurrence for Robin to bring home rabbits for Kuli. In fact, it had become very regular just prior to Hakuno receiving her gift for Cherima...he needed something to do with what was left after he skinned them, after all.
He swears under his breath as he just barely avoids stabbing himself in the thumb. That's the last thing he needs...there hadn't been a fight or a dungeon this month, but that's no excuse to slip up when it comes to maintaining the most crucial parts of his body.]
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[It's teasing, and they both know it. If he wasn't leeching off of her, he'd just track down some poor innocent school girl who didn't know any better. Or so she's ribbed in the past. She rolls over again, half-hanging over the edge of her mattress to idly inspect the floor. This time, it seems like he managed to keep things tidy, but this position sparks an idea.]
Oh, hold on.
[Awkwardly, she balances herself on a bedpost and rummages around upside down until she flops back up with a small sewing kit in tow. She pops it open and plucks out a cute thimble, showing it off.
In her unbandaged, newly healed, newly tattooed hand.]
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[Judging by the small pile of unopened, disregarded love letters Robin keeps on his desk to test out the efficacy of various poisons and potions when applied to paper, it seems like he'd definitely have a good pool of options in the event she ever decided she wasn't joking anymore.
He glances over to see what she's trying to hand him, a distinctly unimpressed expression settling on his face when he sees her hand. He takes the thimble, though, frowning a little at the tight fit.]
...You really do keep the most boring shit under your bed, don't you.
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I could toss a negligee under there, if it bugs you that much.
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[This is definitely a jab at the tattoo without actually making a jab at the tattoo. To be fair, though, he thought it was a little tacky that she got her ears pierced, too, especially since she made him hold her hand the whole time.]
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[She stretches out on the bed, making sure her tattoo is fully visible for five consecutive seconds, to make a point, before burying both her hands beneath her pillow and snuggling up, still watching him work.]
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[The words come out a little more hostile than he intended, and he swears a lot louder this time as he stabs himself right in the index finger. A few moments and an expertly applied bandage later and he's back at work, however.]
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...right. Uh, I guess... just, um, give me a yell if you need your fingers patched up later. You work with pretty volatile substances, so please don't just tough it out.
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...Listen, I didn't mean to snap at you. I've been - hemming isn't as easy as I remember it being.
[He does his best to sound convincing, at least, holding up one of his hands. They're all covering tiny puncture wounds, but there's four bandages on it.]
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[Well, no, it isn't, she didn't deserve that level of hostility in the slightest. But, the confirmation that she didn't do anything to deserve it is somehow reassuring enough that it motivates her to sit up, set her pillow aside, and cross over to his side of the room.]
Here, let me. Being distracted by those can't be helping your efforts, either.
[When she reaches out, it's with her bare, right hand.]
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Don't interpret this as me brushing you off, because it's not, but you might as well wait until I'm done. I'm probably gonna stab myself a few more times before this is fixed, so there's no point in healing me twice.
[Something so tiny can't be much of a drain on mana at all, but it's still more efficient just to get the whole thing done at once.]
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[Her hand curls shut and falls back to her side, before she uncertainly drifts back to her bed and sits, drawing her legs up to her chest.]
Have you been at it long?
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Looks like about an hour.
[He's almost done with it, so it shouldn't take much longer to finish from here.]
I was hoping I'd be done before you got back, but like I said, I don't remember it being this difficult.
[Because now she'll know exactly how much effort he went through to stitch something together from scratch for her, and that is the last thing he ever wanted.
Incidentally, it's more difficult this time around because he's actually putting effort into it, instead of just haphazardly sewing closed the holes on his sleeves to avoid arousing suspicion in his old village.]
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[It may be the last thing he ever wanted to let slip, but it makes something in Hakuno's chest relax to the point of melting, sweet and warm and touched. She endeavors not to let it show, since he can be... touchy when feelings come into play.]
Do you think you could teach me some time? I only know the very basics, so I haven't had all that much time to practice or check out different techniques.
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[Jokes are good. Maybe if he makes enough of them he can stop feeling like shit for snapping at her.]
There are better people to learn from, since I'm only really good at fixing things. But if you're okay with that, then I don't mind teaching you.
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[Goodness knows she's patched him up enough times. She wrinkles her nose at him teasingly.]
I still have to cash in on that week of lessons we never had time for.
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[Wait, what is that supposed to mean? If he knows best how okay she is with fixing things, then...
He looks a little irritated for a few seconds before letting it slide. She pressed a pretty sore spot, but it doesn't look like it was on purpose, and it's more productive to work toward being a little more reliable than it is to get mad, anyway.]
The only things I won't teach you are traps and assassination, so if you have any other requests I'm all ears.
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But it's awkward to say so out loud.]
Identifying edible plants from dangerous ones, and... um...
[She falters, her cheeks going pink.]
...you can't laugh at me.
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...You know starting with something like that is going to make it really hard not to laugh, right?
[But he'll do his best. It's a rare treat to see her so flustered, so he's in something of an acquiescent mood.]
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[Well, that's as close to a promise as she's going to get, probably.]
Do you... know how to tie up a hammock?
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[He was expecting...well, he isn't sure what he was expecting, but a hammock wasn't it.]
Why do you want to learn how to do that?
[He can't imagine it's for anything weird, but he just really wants to know, since it's pretty far out of left field.]
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[She hunches her shoulders, looking away. But... no, she's the one asking a favor here. She can't just brush him off like that.]
...they look comfy. And I've tried out a bunch of other types of beds already, so...
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[Whenever he slept in a hammock, they were usually highly-suspended to avoid detection, so his view of them is more than a little skewed.]
But if you want to learn so bad, I don't really see a reason not to teach you.
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1/2, we've gone full circle
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