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Ugh. [he rolls his eyes. he's mad too. in fact, he also crosses his arms.] Hurry up and pick up your organs.

[he's always quiet, but he withdraws into his own head as he stoops down to start gathering up his gory treasures.

Robin used to know the signs. wheels cranking away in there, full of angst and tension that grows the longer he's left alone with it.

silent and stressed, struggling to get his shit together.]

[it feels like it's been so long, but the details are already coming back to him. he's not usually so cross with him, but this whole thing is unexpected. he taps his foot.]

Come on, come on. Are you going to your ship?

[he nods while he works, and doesn't look up at him.

while most of the meat can be bundled in the remnants of the bag, the wrapping around the organ meat is dripping badly, and there's no way he can make the whole leg fit anymore, even in its current mostly-folded shape.

he'll just... ruin his shirt, for the sake of hurrying. tucking the unwieldy appendage under one arm, and clutching the rest of it to his chest.]

I'm going to follow you. [Robin is warning him, and already stepping like he intends to do just that. but then--he hesitates. changes his mind.] On second thought--I'm not. I want you to find me later, okay? I've had too many people fucking disappearing on me lately.

[first, he tries to shift and juggle the things in his arms so he can free himself up enough to sign something, because he has things to say. and halfway through that is when he remembers that this isn't who he signs to. there is a different communication protocol here.

it's hard to keep it all straight, and that just makes it all worse. struggling to rebalance everything as he corrects himself, he sucks in a breath so he can sigh. frustrated and overwhelmed and trying not to both literally and figuratively fall apart.]

[...oh, for fuck's sake.]

Tega. Nevermind, again. Give me something to carry, come on.

[he'll step right in and see if he can take a leg from him or something. there's got to be an easier way than Coil dragging all this loose stuff on his own.]

[yes, good--take the leg. it's heavy and unwieldy and almost as tall as he is, so he doesn't argue for a second in handing it over.

and he already feels stupid and in the way, so he hurries with it.

here, Robin. have a giant bird leg.]

[well, now he's got a giant bird leg. this is one of the weirder things he's done this week. he's glad he's wearing gloves.]

Lead the way, Shrike.

[well... he at least feels more like a shrike than he has in recent memory--toting home a bunch of bloody little treasures. maybe the nickname was fitting after all.

...but he slows down once he actually starts getting within the general vicinity of his ship.

because he's just now realizing that two very different parts of his life are in the same area now, and the thought of them accidentally meeting is suddenly horrifying.]

[and he can tell all that, somehow... his original inclination to be nice is still there. his memories of Coil are coming back slowly, because he's got a good year to think around, but he thinks that being patient will get him pretty far--here, at least.

they're bound together, aren't they? he remembers that clearly. that means Coil will be back if he leaves him.]

I'll leave as soon as I put this down, don't worry about it.

[the hesitation drags on for a few moments more, while he deliberates. it's a strange thing to have acknowledged out in the open like that, especially when he lacks the ability to explain further.

eventually, though... he realizes that it's probably a good thing that he doesn't have to struggle to ask or explain, and just getting this all over with quickly is the best option. so, when he finally resumes leading the way, it's hurried.

he wants to get to the ship and have all parties move on fast before anything can happen. so, when the ship comes into sight, he heads right for the cargo bay doors.]

[he follows him, of course, but by the time he's at the doors, he's looking for somewhere he can put this leg down. it's kind of ridiculous. he can't believe Coil tried to drag all this stuff back in one trip...]

[hey, it would have been fine if the bag hadn't ripped open. and that would have been fine if ostrich legs weren't so knobbly.

for now, he's just setting everything down outside of the door. he's not even opening it yet. and as soon as he has his half settled, he turns and gestures for Robin to just give him the leg. he'll take care of it.]

Mm. [here. take the leg. he doesn't even want it. he peels his gloves off while Coil sets the leg down, and holds out his hand by the time he can look again.]

Give me your talk box. Your communicator.

[he hurries with this too, without asking questions--just flipping it out of his pocket and pushing it in Robin's direction. hanging around this long, even for this, is already making him nervous.]

[he quickly keys in his frequency number. he leaves his name in there, too, and hands it back.]

Send me some kind of message when you're not busy, we'll meet up.

[he gives a short, stressed nod as he takes the thing back. which just leaves hoisting the ostrich parts up into his arms again... and waiting for Robin to leave.

which, by his tense, hesitant expression, he's at least partially not wanting it to happen--current circumstances aside.

and judging by that look, he'll likely be giving him a call sooner rather than later.]

All right. See you...

[he takes a couple of steps backward... waves with his own communicator. he's keeping Coil's number in his head, but he can remember one other thing--]

Seriously, late nights, early morning, whatever. You know I don't sleep.

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