[ok but it's not on her hard no's either! it was all accidental, anyway. the only time he would purposefully lay a cigarette burn on someone is if they were a bad guy and if his cigarette was dipped in poison.
Nero might have been an enemy to defeat at one point, but she's not any longer. if he had to put a title on her though, he wouldn't know what to say. allies with benefits? they don't seem it when they're throwing pillows in each other's face and their relationship is more about arguing than actually getting along as allies would.
the nyaaaaa is joined by another muffled shout from Robin. he pulls it away to, yes, get a faceful of tits and her scowling, flushed face. gentleman? she thought he--?
he's smacked again and he blinks wildly, stunned. because she thought he was a gentleman and for the hit. he's idly rubbing his face, eyes on her checking herself out in the mirror. his eyes avert and he deems this a poor end to her call. he's going to go back to the kitchen and--
get wine. dumped all over his head.]
GAH! Wh── it was an accident!
[the green, now red, archer leaps from his seat. his sweater had gotten the brunt of the liquid but there's some on his jeans, too. his hair drips in front of his eyes and droplets fall off his chin and the end of his nose. slowly, he turns to look at her sipping at her golden goblet and wipes at his face. with the wettest cat expression that ever existed.
his sweater is pretty much ruined so, hey, the upside to this is Nero has Robin stripping his top off.]
Tsk. You're as wasteful as any other royalty I've encountered.
[the downside? he flicks the fabric at her so droplets splash at her mercilessly.
i feLL ASLEEP
Nero might have been an enemy to defeat at one point, but she's not any longer. if he had to put a title on her though, he wouldn't know what to say. allies with benefits? they don't seem it when they're throwing pillows in each other's face and their relationship is more about arguing than actually getting along as allies would.
the nyaaaaa is joined by another muffled shout from Robin. he pulls it away to, yes, get a faceful of tits and her scowling, flushed face. gentleman? she thought he--?
he's smacked again and he blinks wildly, stunned. because she thought he was a gentleman and for the hit. he's idly rubbing his face, eyes on her checking herself out in the mirror. his eyes avert and he deems this a poor end to her call. he's going to go back to the kitchen and--
get wine. dumped all over his head.]
GAH! Wh── it was an accident!
[the green, now red, archer leaps from his seat. his sweater had gotten the brunt of the liquid but there's some on his jeans, too. his hair drips in front of his eyes and droplets fall off his chin and the end of his nose. slowly, he turns to look at her sipping at her golden goblet and wipes at his face. with the wettest cat expression that ever existed.
his sweater is pretty much ruined so, hey, the upside to this is Nero has Robin stripping his top off.]
Tsk. You're as wasteful as any other royalty I've encountered.
[the downside? he flicks the fabric at her so droplets splash at her mercilessly.
he's no gentleman and she's no lady.]