Speedy's Room
Aug 5, 2012 20:56:18 GMT -6
Post by Kenni on Aug 5, 2012 20:56:18 GMT -6
"Now then."
He leaned back on the door to his breezy Red and Yellow checker-flag themed room, his bed the frame of an orange sportscar like a 6 year-old's dream set, tubs and tubs of hairgel gracing his dresser, the blinds open to let in the view of the softly glowing sunset, casting a slight purplish light on his sweat-band, hand-weights and Lego-littered floor; this guy was still a kid at heart. Several dartboards hung from the walls, each with a blindfold handy on a peg below for the boy's random target practice. Although a kid at heart, he kicked a few unsavoury magazines under his firey Corvette of a bedframe, hurriedly, hopefully before Babs could see them as she'd been leading and entered first. The lock was left unclicked; Robin, that paranoid prickly porcupine head had had this place constructed of sound-proof material anyway, so why would be he expecting anyone to pass by unless invited? They weren't usually left to relaxing in their bedrooms with so much crime going on daily in Jump, so everyone allowed everyone else at least that much luxury, and when someone disappeared down the bedroom corridor all else knew they were probably beat and made it a point not to disturb them.
"Now then, it's prolly pretty obvious that I've a soft spot for the lovely Azarathian by now. What I want to know," he trapped her against the wall, arm stretched out, other hand in his pocket. Speedy peered down at Babs' face, their noses maybe a foot away from each other's.
"..is whether or not that bothers you, whether or not you really have something for me."
He didn't mind playing around, or being played with. But it was better to know when it was going on to save the guy's own selfish heart from getting hurt. What was it that made Robin so frantic when it came to this girl, anyway? Was he going to have a chance to find out?
He leaned back on the door to his breezy Red and Yellow checker-flag themed room, his bed the frame of an orange sportscar like a 6 year-old's dream set, tubs and tubs of hairgel gracing his dresser, the blinds open to let in the view of the softly glowing sunset, casting a slight purplish light on his sweat-band, hand-weights and Lego-littered floor; this guy was still a kid at heart. Several dartboards hung from the walls, each with a blindfold handy on a peg below for the boy's random target practice. Although a kid at heart, he kicked a few unsavoury magazines under his firey Corvette of a bedframe, hurriedly, hopefully before Babs could see them as she'd been leading and entered first. The lock was left unclicked; Robin, that paranoid prickly porcupine head had had this place constructed of sound-proof material anyway, so why would be he expecting anyone to pass by unless invited? They weren't usually left to relaxing in their bedrooms with so much crime going on daily in Jump, so everyone allowed everyone else at least that much luxury, and when someone disappeared down the bedroom corridor all else knew they were probably beat and made it a point not to disturb them.
"Now then, it's prolly pretty obvious that I've a soft spot for the lovely Azarathian by now. What I want to know," he trapped her against the wall, arm stretched out, other hand in his pocket. Speedy peered down at Babs' face, their noses maybe a foot away from each other's.
"..is whether or not that bothers you, whether or not you really have something for me."
He didn't mind playing around, or being played with. But it was better to know when it was going on to save the guy's own selfish heart from getting hurt. What was it that made Robin so frantic when it came to this girl, anyway? Was he going to have a chance to find out?