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[sealeted]

Yeah, I figured as much. Maybe I could find a scentless lotion...

[Or he could take a bath right after, but that might be stretching it. Also, she is very emphatically turning her thoughts away from him bathing right now.]

Also, if you think about it, I've barely even touched your arms so far.

[guerrilla]

You can't weasel your way out of this after giving 40 out of 100 points to them.

[Just because she hasn't doesn't mean she doesn't want to, or something.]

[sealeted]

I'm not weaseling out of anything! Arms and shoulders are different.

[...sort of.]

[guerrilla]

In that case, I suppose I should congratulate you for holding yourself back?

[He is never letting her live this down.]

[sealeted]

Honestly.

[She puffs up her cheeks in a pout, then petulantly blows out right on the nape of his neck.]

I'm not some pervert. I've made it months without assaulting you.

[guerrilla]

[A jolt goes down his spine at the feeling of her breath on the back of his neck, tensing up those muscles she'd so diligently relaxed for just a moment.]

You're not a pervert, but you take enough time out of your war routine to check out your enemies.

[The logic checks out.]

[sealeted]

...?

[She gets to work on all those new knots, making an uncertain noise.]

I don't take any extra time, though? I can recognize people as attractive and deadly at the same time.

[guerrilla]

[It takes a lot less effort to get him to relax again, though on his end, it's a little more distracting than it used to be.]

So can I, but I don't break it down into numbers.

[sealeted]

Wha...

[She gives him a slight shove. It barely moves him half an inch.]

You asked me to figure out the rankings! I didn't just... have them waiting.

[guerrilla]

Yes you did! You just threw twenty percent out there from nowhere!

[Can it be? Will Robin finally Win??? (Probably not.)]

[sealeted]

Well, yeah, but only for you!

[Hakuno, that sounds...]

I live with you. I see you just about everyday.

[guerrilla]

I see you every day too, and it has never once occurred to me to break down your charm points into percentages.

[Charm points, plural, which means he's at least gotten as far as finding them.]

[sealeted]

We were bantering. I literally had no numbers before today.

[These are all rough, off-the-cuff estimates. Why is he taking it so personally...]

[guerrilla]

[Why, indeed?]

So you adjusted numbers that didn't exist before today to account for my eye.

[That could be why. It's not, but it's the only thing he's giving her to go on.]

[sealeted]

Look. There were. Nebulous rankings about your attractiveness, maybe.

[How dare he make her say this with her own mouth.]

But I don't have some graph somewhere dedicated to it, or anything.

[guerrilla]

[This is it, he decides to himself. Robin: 1, Hakuno: however many rounds of banter they've been in, except for this one.]

That's fine. As long as you've got one in your head somewhere I win this time.

[The real question now becomes: Are you just gonna sit there and take that, Hakuno?]

[sealeted]

You know what? Fine. Tease me for it if you want. It's fine.

[Is it really, though?]

But, in return, you have to tell me my rankings, even if you only think them up right now.

[guerrilla]

I don't see why I have to bother making them up in the first place, especially since you're just going to find some way to turn them against me later.

[Or immediately, depending on how wrathful she's feeling at the moment.]

[sealeted]

No, it will be tit for tat. I won't get mad since you didn't.

this isn't a joketag

[guerrilla]

[After a few moments of consideration, Robin responds with two words, and two words only.]

Your legs.

[That's all he says.]

[sealeted]

[She looks down.]

One hundred percent?

[guerrilla]

Close to it, anyway. If I were the kind of person to break it into percentages, I guess.

[Getting the rest out of him will be akin to pulling teeth.]

[sealeted]

...oh.

[That's all she says, falling into an indiscernible silence. Her hands start massaging again, but it's slower now.]

[guerrilla]

[Robin somehow feels like he's messed up. Her silence is indiscernible, but if she's not teasing him even a little bit about it, there's something wrong here.]

...What's the matter? Did I not notice a new haircut, or something?

[sealeted]

No, nothing's wrong. ...I guess you're pretty lucky that I tend to wear skirts, huh?

[The words are suitably teasing, but it's obvious her heart isn't in it. That sort of forced levity is just... kind of sad.]