The lean was fine, as was the head tilt his direction. Shang might not be the most physically affectionate person in the world, but he never really shied away from it. Robin needed it, and as he sits here in the quiet, his arm around Robin's shoulder, he gets more and more comfortable with it as the time ticks by. His shoulders relax, his rubbing slows and turns more to small grips every now and then to try and reassure the other.
He doesn't look Robin's way until he feels the man move more. A brow lifts as he sees Robin shift his position. Shang's motions stop all together, he even lifts his arm a little bit out of confusion. Did he need to get comfortable or was this his way of saying it just wasn't the same as being comforted by a true friend? Much to Shang's surprise, it was Robin looking to get even more affection from him.
There's a twitch on his lips into the makings of a smile as Robin turns and presses himself right against Shang. He's leaned back a bit to try and see what Robin was doing. There's a grin and a small sigh before his hands come down to wrap around the big softie and return the hug. His hand rubs Robin's back then, letting the moment linger.
"I'm sorry, Robin." Feeling a little more vulnerable, he opens up."I know what the army does to love and family. I had hoped you wouldn't be here long enough to have it happen to you."
He was somewhat surprised at how the other was responding to the claimed affection. Then again, on another note, he was not. Robin often acted from strong intuition. Had his body felt any hesitance towards making such a move due to the other's probably discomfort, he wouldn't have done it. However, he didn't feel any reason not to.
A content breath came from him, allowing himself to enjoy the warmth and comfort of someone else's touch. "You know — you're not all that bad once one gets to know you better." he mumbled against the other's shoulder, his tone obviously hinting towards the statement being a joke even though it remained on the softer side. "I swear I am not as sappy as I seem."
His forehead lingered against the other's shoulder for a moment longer before he slowly retreated. His sleeve wiped across his eyes as he sniffled, forcing himself to snap out of it with a shake of his head.
"I will not tell the others about this. Wouldn't want to ruin your tough reputation." a snicker came from him before he paused. "Who have you lost?" he asked without much thought, brows slightly furrowing as he wondered.
9, 22, 24, 26.
Vanilla Sunday Meme
9. Is your muse attracted to any features in particular? He appreciates lots of different things and he doesn't really have a type. Robin likes eyes and can be mesmerized by the different scales of colors. He also likes people who move gracefully and have nice lines when it comes to their physique and movements.
22. Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn? Robin doesn't own much at all so no, he wouldn't own or use these kinds of things. Robin prefers his own imagination anyway.
24. Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean? Robin is a switch. He doesn't necessarily have a preference — he mainly wants to make his partner comfortable and would adjust to their wishes.
26. Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely? Robin is a very affectionate person. Intercourse is just another way for him to show his affection towards a specific person. Robin is a very monogamous individual, who most definitely is loyal to one person at a time when it comes to romance. But when he is dedicated, he would prefer to be intimidate more often than not. When he doesn't have that kind of relationship with anyone, it's not really a priority and he could do without.
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okay but rn i really want one of those cliche 'we're broken up but i never changed my emergency contact and now i'm in hospital and ?? why are you here first at my side you didn't have to come' sort of plots with all the angst
JACK FROST
❝ You know what you need – a snow day. It's guaranteed to improve your health. ❞
Head tilted back a bit as a laugh came from the redhead, followed by a shake of his head. "A snow day?" he repeated, raising his brows. "Do you have any idea how dreadful it is to sleep in the forest during a blizzard, my friend?"
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LI SHANG
"Uh… well––" Shang's hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. There's a tint of heat that passes along his skin, rising over his shoulders and into his cheeks. He manages to keep his head angled just enough that he hopes Robin will think it's just the lighting from the tent making those colours change along his face.
Shang's family was not the most affectionate physically. His father's form of affection was teasing remarks and a few little comments here and there. His mother was the more affectionate one. She used to comb his hair with her fingers and rub his back when he would cry. But he'd lost her so long ago that communicating with physical affection was almost a lost language at this point. Robin needed it. And to hear him speak so plainly about how much that kind of reassurance meant to him was –– hard to take.
Shang had never been poor. His family was well off, his father and grandfather had both had very substantial roles in the army their whole lives, providing for their family wasn't even a thought.
His hand runs down the back of his neck, stopping at his shoulder as he looks across the table at the other.
"It's… not exactly the most appropriate ––" He wasn't even sure how to finish that sentence. His lips purse for a moment. He decides it's better not to finish what he was about to say. Why bother making Robin feel guilty for what he needed. Certainly no one else would give that affection to him, right? And… even if they did, they weren't the one who had just read the letter with Robin, or the one who had tried to make Robin feel more comfortable here.
Backed into a bit of a corner thanks to his guilt and bleeding heart that he often hides, Shang looks back up at Robin and gives a bit of a defeated sigh.
He shifts his weight, sliding his body to the edge of the table closest to Robin. He says nothing, he barely even looks at the other. But he extends a hand, placing it on Robin's back and gently rubs it. Swallowing thickly, unsure if this was really helping, Shang looks at Robin from the corner of his eye.
Was this alright?
It had not been a request of any sort, for he had not expected to gain anything from it. His words were just meant to explain himself. The General's first response only confirmed that. No, it wasn't appropriate in army-environments. Perhaps it also had something to do with culture — Robin wasn't entirely sure of that one. Robin even sensed some discomfort coming from the other male and that was alright.
"No—, no, don't worry about it. I understand." he responded with a shake of his head. Making someone else uncomfortable for his sake was something that wouldn't be worth it; no matter how grand his own heartache was. Like the redhead had mentioned before, he already was an exception and he was well-aware of that position. He wasn't trying to take advantage of it in any way and it wasn't like he was exactly proud of such a thing — not when it came from all the negativity that seemed to surround him ever since he set foot in the training camp.
Eyes darted to the other when he shifted closer, a bit surprised and confused about the sudden movement. His breath got caught in his throat when a large hand was placed between his shoulders, an immediate warmth radiating through the fabric onto his skin. Eyes closed as he felt the warmth spread at the gentle rubs. After a moment, he opened his eyes again with a soft, content sigh.
His head titled slightly to the side, hazel orbs slowly daring to look up at the other. It only took one smooth movement for his temple to be placed against the other's large shoulder. His torso followed shortly after, turning a bit towards the other's frame as arms wrapped around the General's waist; first rather lazily, only to tighten a bit shortly after.
❝ You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream. ❞
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A brow quirks and an amused smile grew upon the redhead's lips. Funny boys — at least the description was somewhat suitable when it came to Johnny and himself. For a moment Robin considered whether he knew the female or not. He had to admit she didn't look all that familiar. "We're these boys this good looking as well, ma'am?" he asked, followed by a short laugh.
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