mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[you know, for a normal person, it does sound very worrying. Robin, though, can put himself in her shoes a little too easily--in the way that he's been living in very similar shoes for several thousand years.

so, with a humor he probably shouldn't be encouraging:]

You're talking about the game and not some grand statement about our situations, right?

[payback]

[She actually does laugh at that, the same not-exactly-kind-and-joyous laughter that circumstances usually spur out of her.]

I already know about the situation.

[Which is to say, she's not going to win it, she's already sure. Maybe Robin will. Who knows.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hm... [goodness, Rin. he reaches forward to move another card.] You know what you sound like?

[payback]

No, but you're gonna tell me, right?

[Oh nice, he uncovered something usable. She flips it around... they have some long stacks going now. Forth ace uncovered. She pops it up and starts stacking cards up on them, as far as seems sensible.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mmhm. You sound like an old person.

[he deftly sneaks a card on a pile around her movements and flips--two cards over. are they at the end of the deck?]

[payback]

[Dead voice.]

That's pretty harsh, from the most geezer of them all.

[Also: they are indeed! Now they can start again... with everything changed up from the cards they put down already OuO]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[after a second of trying to hide it, he bursts into well-meaning and genuine laughter--a little strange, a little off, but very much Robin.]

I meant it as a compliment, honestly!

[payback]

Yeah... [She doesn't laugh, but she smirks for a moment.]

I guess you would, being a geeezerrrr and all.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ha, I get it, I get it...

[he looks rather smirky about the whole thing himself.]

[payback]

Mm.

[She sobers quickly, anyway, bowing over the cards again and moving things around. Their stack of cards has been whittled down nicely, as have the stacks below; the piles of aces are growing. It is quickly becoming clear that they're on their way towards winning the game.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's not quite done...]

So an old geezer and a young geezer walk into a bar...

[okay okay now he can let it die. the cards look pretty good! he just puts a six at the bottom of a lonely five on top of it.]

[payback]

[Oop she casually lifts her elbow, totally on accident of course, completely, and fires it into his ribs. :)]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oof-- [he does not elbow her back in the face, no matter how much he thinks about it. leaning away and holding that side...] --Ow, thank you. Very subtle...

[payback]

[Oh no, she snickers, sounding devious and a lot younger for a brief moment.]

I'm sorry, did I break a brittle bone?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

All of them. You've broken my entire ribcage.

[he flops dramatically over onto the ground. slain.]

[payback]

[She glances over...]

Really? Let me check...

[... and then reaches over and jabs her fingers against his ribs. This time, in a ticklish way. >:)]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hey, hey...! [he's not particularly ticklish, but getting jabbed in the nerves will make anyone squirm, and he tries to roll away...]

[payback]

[Haha. She lets him escape and smiles slightly again watching him roll. Fine, that's allowed.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Phew-- [he sits up, dusting off his shirt...] You are a dangerous woman, Cuckoo.

[payback]

[And she shifts back towards the cards.]

Where'd that come from, anyway?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Falling over? [he straightens out his hair a bit too, and then also shifts back towards their game.] Or the name?

[payback]

The name, wise guy... [More shuffling and the soft pap of cards hitting cards. Looks like they're winding down, eh...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You don't know the song? [he watches her for now.]

[payback]

Nooo... [She pauses in card-placing to shoot him a swift look.]

What is it?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[since he's not shy about this kind of thing, he spontaneously... sings a few lines of a song that he knows:]

Cuckoos lay eggs inside other birds' houses, that's how their children grow strong,
wise parents know when to grant their young freedom, who says the cuckoos are wrong?
Mother was human, but father wore feathers, he hasn't been seen since he flew,
And I am the child of their very strange union, and I have been left here with you...