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[Robin has noticed another presence this entire time, and its impatience only makes it easier to tell that it's there. it seems something like... a ghost, to him, though Oren seems to be in perfectly good control over his body. whatever it is, he politely does not mention it. because that would be rude.

he's too busy having fun. he presses his fingers to his own chest; be still, his beating heart.]

Oh, none at all. I'm a notorious flirt. [fuck it, he winks just to add something on top of what's already becoming a hilarious situation.]

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[He's feeling a connection here. Aside from the painful shifting of his fingers in his pockets, that is. He squeezes that down, and eventually, Enkythos settles. For now. It's all a matter of his whim; Oren has no control here.

But he hides it well, a flattered smile replacing that almost-teasing grin as he looks down at the ground between them. It's a quick glance, and then he's laughing again. Short chuckles, really, in that pleasantly smooth voice of his.

He's just admiring how this guy doesn't hold back. He can get behind that.]

My, you mean to say I'm not the only one? [He's hurt, really! He chances a step forward, and as his hands have stilled for the time being, he moves one from his pocket to half shrug his way.]

If flirting is where your fame ends, I worry that I'll suffer far too much disappointment to carry on. Please, tell my crew to go on without me.

[and he's got to hand it to him, Oren is incredibly pleasant. being raised in said pit of vipers has taught him not to give men like Oren a single ounce of trust, but that has absolutely nothing to do with how he laughs and smiles wide, surprised by his comeback.]

Are you implying that you'd die without my attention, dear?

[Gods, he stops his indifferent leaning at once--and decides to walk right into his personal space, stopping very close. almost challenging.]

You know, I don't think you've ever told me your name.

Oh, not at all. But the pain of rejection may equate to the feeling of it.

[And it's an almost-challenge that he rises to. The closeness only makes him more comfortable, and he relaxes into it all at once. They've only just met and they were playing this game? He was good.

Enkythos behaves for once, and Oren takes advantage of that to lean just a fraction in. Enough to make their faces a little closer. Eyes linger over lips like he's considering something, but flick away just seconds later to meet Robin's gaze.

If this keeps up, maybe he can add a little fun to his time in the VRD today.]

Oren. [Just his first name will do. No titles or elaborate introductions. And his smile becomes a little knowing.] And you're... Robin, was it?

[He honestly can't recall his conversation with him from his first post, but he does remember Mattias speaking to him. Using his name. Sounding so friendly.] So we're properly acquainted.

That's right. In the flesh.

[his emphasis is subtle, but still there. he may have completely forgotten about the reason that he was ever annoyed with Oren in the first place. his gaze is steady, meeting his eyes, even though one of his hands slips over the other's hip.

it's a game, really, against a worthy opponent! and he wants to win.]

You're just as handsome in person.

[Oh, he is a flirt. Oren finds his breath lost when a hand rests at his hip, and that's enough to bring a light to his eyes. Forget the scenery, the magnificent view he'd been so stuck on earlier. Enkythos seems satisfied for the time being, and Oren isn't paying enough attention to be able to tell why, right now, but it hardly matters.

A hand raises to touch fingertips tenderly to the side of Robin's face, his own eyes running over him once again. This may be a game, but everything is, to Oren. And right now, he's far more focused on making this last. Savoring it.

It's not every day you meet someone so impressive in so many ways, after all.]

I'd return the compliment, tenfold, in fact... [There's something else there in his smile, now. A trace of something more along the lines of this game of theirs.] ...But with such notoriety... I wouldn't want to steal it away.

[It's unclear if he's really talking about notoriety here. It doesn't matter. He doesn't want to wait, and so he's the one to close the distance first. A gentle, testing kiss that longs to grow into more.]

[at first, Oren kisses right into a soft, breathy laugh... because Robin both understands what he means and doesn't believe it for a second. he likes being wanted. he likes the idea of someone trying to steal him, even if it's just to ruin someone else. that's what makes this fun--the challenge of not sinking into another man's heart.

he won't, though. he's confident. and the bitter taste is being eaten away at every moment, so what has he to fear?

the kiss is returned. he tastes, becomes familiar--is quick to lean into the gesture. he's warm and playful and means to take control, showing him exactly how he wants to be kissed back. he might as well have forgotten all about their surroundings, or that someone could see them.

lucky for Oren, he is very, very good at this.]

[Lucky indeed. What a difference from Mattias, or from so many that he'd settled for in bouts of loneliness. His fingers slide back and curl just below Robin's ear as he leans right back into the kiss. A inch or two forward with the rest of the body rids them from any remaining distance, their chests pressing together, and he takes in every bit of direction Robin is giving him.

It's easy to kiss with just what he wants. Body language and a controlling nature tell him what he needs to know, and he responds in kind. He's heated, pressing forward and almost fighting for control, but falling short just enough. It's fun this way. Like a dance.

One that he doesn't very much care happens to be in public. They might get kicked out, but he's seen enough of that river, or the city, or other fantastic worlds that have so much more than his own. He wants no more of that.]

[the funny thing is that he's done this before, with other boys, on this very bridge. it's easy to pretend that this is just another one. he likes the smell of him and how soft he is--how he'd missed getting close to actual humans.

and how he'd missed having a little bit of fun. harmless. right? (Mattias who?)

after a while, his fingers wind up in his hair, his other hand having traveled to the small of his back, and he almost laughs again, smiling and humming with approval. and then he suddenly bites him--not enough to make him bleed, but enough to startle, and pulls away with a lopsided smirk.]

You're fun.

[The fingers in his hair are nice. He kind of wants to get lost in it, here. To move it elsewhere and take it further. But even he knows that might be a stretch with this particular situation. Ah, it really is too bad this guy knows Mattias.

The bite interrupts his thoughts, and he jolts just slightly in place, surprise melting into another amused smile once Robin pulls back. Odd, he thinks, but not something he dislikes.]

You think so? [He's grinning, already thinking up something so clearly on his face, but it comes to words soon enough.] Then we should do something, don't you think? Food, perhaps. A walk?

[He's only half expecting asking him out like this will work, but it's well worth the try.]

[something about the offer hits him so unexpectedly that he might as well have been bitten back--he looks surprised, for just a second, before it's swallowed up in a warm smile and a soft laugh. unfitting gentle.]

I'd love to. I'm bored with illusions anyway.

[he takes a step back, waves his hand--calls something to the computer that it interprets as an "off" command. the scene around them fades out until they're standing back on the featureless grey floor of the dome.]

You too?

[He genuinely is tired of them. They've been weighing on him the past hour or so, haunting him, questioning him-- he's tired of it. It's a miracle that a break like this came along. That someone like Robin was even here. He could flirt a little and maybe get a bite to eat but it wouldn't be so enjoyable. Not usually.

This was a more thorough distraction.

He manages to look enthused without looking overly excited, taking a few steps towards the exit. He turns, continuing his steps backwards as he faces Robin.]

Have you had a chance to take a look around here, yet? A mere midway mark and yet there's so much to do. I wouldn't mind getting lost in a place like this. [The with you is implied there.]

[he's delighted. his shoes go clicking again, as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. usually he's the one leading, walking backwards, driving the conversation--this is nice.]

Unfortunately, this has been my first break away from ship repairs... I haven't seen anything that isn't selling spare parts yet.

[Oren allows him space, but never gives too much. He doesn't want to back up to the point that it's hard to hear him speak, but after that kiss, anything seems spacious. He exits through the door, waiting for Robin to join him before he gives a wide gesture around the rest of the area.]

Then I'm glad that I could be the one to relieve you from your duties. [Those ship repairs were a blessing. This waystation was a blessing. Rather than focus on how much of this was planned, he's just grateful that they're not completely stranded.] Your voluntary duties, might I add... And thank you for that.

[He smiles, dropping his hands and letting his eyes skim across shops and areas as they approach. Nothing extraordinary at all, and yet he's amazed by robot workers, by the types of food, the parts, the trading... He'd already spent a good deal of time working some of the traders into some great deals.]

Everything is quite different from home, but the behavior isn't so different. It's nostalgic, in a way.

[he barely gives the thanks an acknowledgement. there feels like an odd subject, since he spent half of the repair time chatting with Mattias anyway. he wants to keep the two separate. so it's little more than a mumble of "welcome" and him waving his hand to rid the air of any owes.

the stations are familiar to him by now, but he likes the new perspective. he's still got a smile on his face as he walks up to be beside his new friend, looking over the stands and robotics as well--]

Odd isn't it? Perhaps all people are built from the same stones, no matter how far you go. A question for you-- [he barely pauses, looking up at him through his peripheral.] Are you familiar with the idea of molecules? Basic matter of the universe?

That may very well be so.

[That people, in the end, are the same. That's what he takes from it, and that's what he thinks must be true in the end. It's how they connect and bond, but it's also how they drive each other mad. But well, he doesn't want to think on that too much.

It's that word, molecules, that gets him turning in curiosity towards him with a lopsided smile.]

I'm afraid not. Matter, you say? Just what is a molecule, then?

Well, science on my world tells us that every single thing in existence is made out of very, very tiny particles. These things are... A thousand times smaller than a grain of sand. The way they all stick together and become solid is so impossibly complex that everyone's still learning about it, but...

[it's his turn to take a few steps forward, spin, and walk backwards. towards the stalls.]

It's an interesting thought! The idea that you and I are made of the same things, these molecules. Exact same structure for every one. All differences come from chain reactions of those pieces working together. And by extension, we're made of the same stuff as trees, sky, whatever shitty plastic they built the station out of...

[he shrugs.]

There are problems with the theory, of course. But I like imagining, sometimes.

[He's talking about science. Well, Oren had spent many years in libraries for various reasons, it wasn't as if he wasn't a nerd himself, but goodness. He's grinning ear to ear, leaning forward a bit as he walks to follow up Robin's backwards stroll.]

Honestly? [A bunch of tiny things coming together to make one whole... Tinier than sand. The idea is almost laughable, even if he wonders if there's a truth to it. Imagining that they're all made of the same things...

He really is fun.]

Imagine sharing even more than what we realize. [He laughs, liking that idea even as he straightens himself a bit more.] You, made from the same parts as I? That couldn't be so.

[Robin is too good for that, he implies.] But I suppose it does bring a sense of comfort... Or even freedom.

It is a widely held belief. Or, used to be, before the world ended.

[which he's just going to steamroll past because who wants to talk about that, right?]

Now everyone's moving back towards mysticism. You can't much account for the human soul or the presence of spirits with molecules, unfortunately.

[UH-- Wait... World ending, what was that... He stares, expression showing his train of thought as he switches between wondering if he should ask or if it's a sore spot, or just moving on.

Eventually, he settles on focusing on that last line.]

People always hold such varying beliefs. And so? What are your thoughts on it?

[sshhshhh it's nothing. look at how casually he's walking, one foot behind the other. like he doesn't even have to look.]

I don't think all of their work was for nothing. I like to combine both thoughts. We may share a chemical composition with the rest of the universe, but that composition is just a house for a spirit to live in. Magic can't be quantified. Gods can't be imagined, by their very nature.

The best of both worlds, perhaps.

[At the very least, it works so he doesn't pursue it. Not now, anyway. He's remembering that for later. At the current words thrown out for conversation, he's honestly drawn in by Robin's speech. The subject matter, no matter how he dislikes being uninformed in something, and the beliefs mix together to form something he admires, really, and the smile that's always coming back to his face is more genuine because of it.]

I quite like that idea. While I never knew of molecules, I've always strove to learn what I can about the world. ...But it's what can't be explained that's the most beautiful.

[He really does mean that. ~~What a nerd.~~] I don't think one can exist without the other.

[he laughs. it sounds like it comes very easy to him.]

Is this what you had imagined, asking me out for a walk like this?

[He catches up to him in this time, smoothing down his his sleeve carefully with the other arm.]

Knowing so little of you, I didn't have much to go off of for an imagined scene. I'm simply blessed by your company. [Laying it on thick, but purposefully. He looks over, leaning a bit in as they walk. He's playful about it.] Though I didn't take you as the philosophical type.

Well, one thing you can be sure of is that I am always full of surprises.

[he says this with a little tilt of his head.]

Though I am, likewise, happy to hear that you've a functioning mind. And an openness. It's rare to find both in abundance.

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