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[His broad shoulders tense, and he grits his teeth, nearly hissing at first. Why is he so ashamed to ask something like this? Is it because it's in front of Robert, who he's had a habit of being humiliated by? Or is it one of his many stupid, un-alterable failures-]

Tonight, can we just be together, without...

[To fail to be im-perfect.

Openly.]

You said you were falling in love with me.

[Admitting that seems to take the wind out of the tall, hairy man.]

And, I fucking believe it, because-

[He stops himself from saying something silly.

Primarily because this isn't.]

I believe you, I just...

When the person falling in love is me, I...

I want to know that I can look at you and fall asleep without feeling any sorrow, you know?

[ After blinking a few times, Robert is the one to put his fingers on the sides of Flambae's face (though he has all ten of them). ]

Hey. Of course we can.

[ His brows furrow, unable to stop thinking, even for a brief second, that he really has made it seem like the physical stuff is all that matters. But no, that'd be silly right? He literally confessed with the L-word and all. ]

I don't know how to tell you more clearly that that's not all this is to me. You're the one making the dirty jokes.

[ He was just going with the flow, you know? Because when he doesn't do that— when he goes with his heart and he's earnest and a little soft instead, it's so much easier to get hurt or feel uncertain or like he's doing something wrong. Or, at the very least, doing it the wrong way ... if there is such a thing.

But it's not really a blame thing either. He certainly doesn't mean it like that. Especially when he thinks that the strange, fiery man has just admitted that he almost certainly is also falling in love? ]

I think you feel like I might just disappear on you. This is all— shit, it's terrifying, like you said. But I'm not going to.

[ Not if Chad gets a little too real for a minute, not if he leans the other way and communicates entirely in wild anecdotes and lewd jokes. He said he was falling in love and that isn't something he's going to say lightly in that sad, dry tone of his. There's not a drop of sarcasm in what he's saying now. ]

You don't have to keep changing your mind, either, if you're doing it to please me. [ He actually almost rather Flambae pull back on the back and forth sometimes. Other times, their roundabouts make him feel energized. It's kind of weird, but it's a good kind of weird he thinks. ]

I'm here to be with you, the rest doesn't matter nearly as much.

It's not changing my mind so much as...

Wanting to give you what you want.

[But he could do to be a bit more straightforward.

He places both arms behind Robert again, ushering him in closer, pulling the smaller man so that Flambae's bearded face is buried in that slender chest. To steady his own heartbeat, he closes his eyes and simply breathes the other man in, basking in the sound of their hearts beating for a few seconds.]

Why don't you stay with me this weekend?

It was nice waking up next to you, you know.

[Ugh.

He hates the sound of his own voice here. It's so... Pitiful. But he'll continue anyway.]

We can even pick up your little poochie tomorrow!

He probably is waiting to be fed some more shrimp.

Edited 2026-05-20 02:34 (UTC)

[ Robert huffs softly in a laugh, though it isn't meant to be unkind. ]

Do you really think I'm that difficult to please?

[ Flambae has actually pointed out several times how desperate and yearning Robert is, and it isn't wrong. Even if Robert hadn't been aware himself or maybe even doesn't fully accept it yet either. He doesn't know exactly where this anxiety in the other man is rooted, but he's trying to help it any way that he can. His fingers gently smooth against that well-maintained hair as the face attached to it finds home in his non-existent chest.

It should be noted that it takes a lot for him not to insist out loud that he doesn't only think with his dick. He usually doesn't, actually. But that seems like it would invite a tangent they probably shouldn't take right now.

He blinks a couple of times, not even sure why the invitation takes him by mild surprise. It's really sweet though. When's the last time he was asked for such a simple thing ...

There he goes again, letting himself admit that he's as pathetic as he seems.

Luckily Beef saves the day as usual, as the comment about the shrimp makes Robert laugh a bit. That was terrible actually, but he wouldn't take that night back for anything... ]

I think Beef has had enough shrimp. But ...

[ Waking up next to Chad was nice for him too. It's a no brainer, right? Even if it is a little scary still to think of the commitment this all leads to. He wants that though...and he wants Flambae to want it with him. So he's just going to have to stop being afraid and reach for what he wants for once. ]

That sounds nice.

[The calloused fingers to his scalp are a nice touch, which is truly saying something, seeing how precious he is about his hair. Flambae turns his head to the side, resting his cheek and ear above the spot where he hears Robert's heart beat most loudly.

He wonders if he should answer.

A part of his frustrations, though certainly not something he'd wanted to question at the time, had been exactly that. Robert seemed encouraging even when the other Z-team members were performing with mediocrity, or so Flambae had felt, while consistently being dunked on. While everyone reading this (ie, myself and Merry) understands that the flamboyant fuckass had absolutely deserved it, his short-sighted, flame-spouting ass had been more than slighted by it.

It certainly doesn't help, in retrospect, that he's been forced to come to terms with the fact that he may have had feelings for Robert since before he even knew his real identity, which is a ridiculous thing he hopes he'll never have to voice out loud again.

Out of fear, he'd dismiss it, and he mostly wants to go straight to bed after relishing the sensation of being held, something he's yearned for often, especially on the nights he thought he'd die alone.]

I guess you could say I am a little sensitive.

You haven't been hard to please after you opened up to me, that's for sure.

[And the idea of them, together. His foolishness has been quite refreshing, actually.]

But you forgive and forget.

Me, on the other hand... I fucking hate the bullshit I remember.

[His grasp on Robert tightens.]

I'm scared I won't be enough for you.

But if you ever feel like that is what is really happening... You should leave.

[Why does he believe the words too?]

You should leave me.

Edited 2026-05-22 03:07 (UTC)

[ Not that he's paying much attention to it, but Robert's heart is probably doing some impressive gymnastics right now. He's a little on edge, worried that he's upset something beyond salvaging even though he's not even sure why. Should he be less easy to please? He's really not sure he has that in him at the moment. ]

I don't know about forgive and forget, exactly...

[ He can't help it, the way a sort of amused, sort of exasperated laugh comes out of him at that. After all, how many years did he spend with that empty apartment and a conspiracy board of potential leads all for Shroud?

But he sort of understands what Flambae is getting at. Sort of. It just causes a sharp twisting in his chest to hear that the man would ever think Robert thought he wasn't enough, or that he should leave him. They just fucking got together, and that's huge for him! He can't think about something like that right now. ]

So we talk about it. Or work on it. I'm not going to just leave you.

[ His brows furrow together. Did he not just accept an invitation to stay the weekend? Of course, he understands now that this isn't all in the moment but rather insecurities and past wounds that are bothering Chad. They still have things to learn about each other, which includes some darker shades in their memories. The thing is though, Robert's fine with that. When he decided himself that he wanted to learn everything about this stupid, loudmouth ball of fire, he really meant it. ]

I feel like ... I keep giving you the wrong answer, even for the most simple shit. What can I do? To put your mind at ease.

[All of that earns Robert a chuckle as well. It's nice to hear him laugh without any spite in the sound, although Flambae doesn't open his eyes. It had taken him a while to muster up the courage to be physically intimate with partners at first, since seeking affection that wasn't sexual had proved rather difficult, especially in the rough and tumble villainous crews he had rolled with. Trusting the wrong people would've resulted in lost lives or limbs if you were lucking, which makes it rather surprising that Flambae lost his to Robert.

By doing too much, perhaps he had let his guard the most down? No, no, it's the whole "lust makes you goofy" situation-]

If you were really saying the wrong thing-

[His breath darts against whatever patch of skin Flambae is nearest to.]

Something in this room would already be on fire.

[Flambae had somehow thought he'd be more ashamed, but Robert's gentle reaction has soothed some of his bubbling worries for now. He'd never really gotten the chance to be with someone who in a way seems so strangely innocent, having had such a strong attraction to passion and danger, but this union is dangerous in a different way.

Can two former enemies really manage to be lovers to the end? Somehow, a love born from a workplace friendship, especially one so tentative as theirs, seems even more questionable than that.]

But don't worry.

I have yet to burn any ex-boyfriends, literally, so~!

[He then opens his eyes, which faintly peer around the room until they find Robert, catlike and dangerous.

Perhaps this is the wrong thing to do.]

But I got pretty fucking close to burning you, now didn't I?

Mmmmmm.

[Some of the playful terrorism(???) dims in those glimmering eyes, and he looks downwards once again.]

You're doing fine, Robert.

You are flirting with me in your own way.

I'd just to like you to stay here, is all.

I know we see a lot of each other at work, but... It's so different when we're alone.

[ Neither of them have been particularly good with affection or emotional intimacy in the past it seems, but Robert feels more comfortable that way. If it was only him he'd feel even more foolish than he already does sometimes. That doesn't mean he gets any joy whatsoever out of seeing the other man in any emotional turmoil of course. He feels something fierce in his chest about it, wanting to go and find anyone or anything who made Flambae doubt himself like this.

It does get a smile out of him to hear that something might be on fire if he'd really fucked up so far. You know what, damn, that's so true. And crazy as that is, he's glad for it. Even huffs softly as he curls against Flambae for a moment.

Robert's the only one nearly burned, and Flambae lost his fingers... these insane instances really do seem to stick out as something significant. Maybe their romance is a dangerous one, or maybe it was meant to be?

Mind you he's not going to be that optimistic just yet. Robert isn't exactly a positive thinking sort of guy. He's just really trying his best to be with this, because he wants it. It feels good and alive and safe even when there are frightening moments and thoughts that try and get in the way.

So this... this is a good start. ]

To be fair, I did run into a burning building.

[ He jokes but it's soft, inconsequential. He regrets how that turned out but he doesn't regret the whole ordeal if it's what set them on the path to being together. So there is that. ]

Work doesn't count. Not with all those assholes around. [ Affectionately. But still. ]

So I'm gonna stay. You want to, I don't know, eat something? Or just lay down?

[ They can also hold each other like this, although Robert thinks he'd rather Flambae wear something softer than a mesh shirt (or wear nothing at all) and he'd like to get out of his jeans. ]

Ooh.

[Flambae likes the sound of that.

Maybe it's telling, how screwed up it is, to reframe it into something of that variety. It would do wonders for the already strange, uncomfortable feeling that has been impossible to shake since then, something that had seemed unrequited until recently.

He raises his eyebrows suggestively, whistling and clicking his tongue, the first sound ridiculous because of that missing tooth-]

Put it that way, and sounds pretty fucking romantic, Robbo.

[He looks down at the space between the two of them, which is nonexistent, honestly, so he's basically just staring down the tight line between Robert's pecs, which, hey, isn't a bad view.]

Are you hungry?

[Flambae has always wondered about straight or "straight" men and their jeans. He'd much rather Robert walk around in his underwear in their- Er, his- House.]

I do have a few ingredients, but I'd have to make you a salad.

If that's what you want to call it.

[ He looks amused, even if that is a little screwed up. It kind of is weirdly romantic though, if you really put the pieces together. Weird how that is. Forunately (or not), that distracting whistle prevents Robert from pondering the whole thing too deeply.

They're here and now, and he's agreed to stay the weekend which feels pretty huge for him, but he's really happy about it. He's watching Flambae look down at his chest and he's feeling pretty good about it.

The smart thing would probably be to eat something too, after the long night and only some alcohol in his system since ... whatever he ate for lunch. But skipping straight to the part where he sheds his jeans and they lay down in bed together and cuddle actually sounds really nice too. Still, he can't just ignore the threat of a salad, and he raises his brow at Flambae almost in a challenge. ]

Can't tell if that was supposed to scare me or not.

[ He actually isn't allergic to healthy food, and he'd definitely eat it if Flambae made it for him (that's still such a weird, new thing. Someone cooking for you... ), but he can't help himself sometimes. Especially around his firestarting coworker-turned-boyfriend it seems.

After a moment though, he puts his hand on the other man's cheek, tries to lift his head so they're making eye contact again. ]

What about you though? I asked what you wanted to do.

[ Other than please Robert. He's already pleased, so Flambae has no excuse. After all the emotions, maybe he's worked up an appetite! Or maybe he also just wants to get cozy... ]

[Flambae's amber eyes dart this way and that, and for a few seconds, he finally allows himself to genuinely be happy. He can practically hear Prism's voice in his head, chiding him:

One week and you're already this dickmatized? 'Bae, I hope for your sake, this bitch isn't stealing your money.

He'd quip back with a diss about how if Robert was stealing his money, he'd maybe somehow be able to afford better clothes. Then again, there's no way this goody two-shoes would do anything of the sort, unless he was spiting Flambae for something shitty he'd done. It sounds a lot more like the kind of thing that would happen in Robert's first days at SDN, and Flambae would absolutely have been furious.

Instead, he gets to be quietly excited, excited and relieved that the interaction could have been tinged with a flicker of the embers that had been burning inside himself. It doesn't matter if it wasn't quite true, he's told worse lies to himself in relationships before.

His chin is tilted upwards, a move that's for the best. He's pulled out of his reverie, and as a result, is forced to react honestly:]

But you need food.

[laskdjflasjdfk]

You are so very terrible at remembering to eat dinner.

[Ah, right, the question...

He does that thing he did at night, where he short circuits, blinking. Look, thinking does not come easily to him, not after all the questionable fumes he's huffed from a variety of international and certainly not FDA-approved hair products, okay.]

I would like to make sure that you have had something to eat, and then...

Rip all of our sweaty clothes off, crawl into bed, still sweaty, probably...

[He nods, as if to confirm his own thoughts aloud.]

And go to sleep!

Yes.

Edited 2026-05-25 06:41 (UTC)

[ First of all, at this point, Robert may actually be wounded that Prism would accuse him of using Flambae for his money.

But since she's not here to mind her own gay business, he gets to focus on Flambae only, watching him quietly as he tries to figure out what emotions he sees in the flickering little flames of those eyes. Of course it ends up still being about Robert. That brings a pulse of gentle embarrassment back up into his ears, the concept of being cared about apparently so much still foreign and almost a bit uncomfortable for him. Almost, because when it's coming from his boyfriend it actually makes him rather happy.

He exhales and then shakes his head. ]

It didn't feel like a "dinner" sort of day.

[ Okay, he knows that the boyfriend in question is going to hate that answer. And Robert almost scolds him for not answering about himself again, but that dazed, buffering look in Flambae's eyes tells him that it's fine and he waits for the rest of the answer and he leans in close to kiss the man against one of his cheeks (face). ]

Okay. We're getting there. [ And that seems good enough for him. ] I'll let you make me a salad then. How's that?

[ He may put a step out of order and get more comfortable though. That means while he's eating either the shirt has to go back on for a few minutes, or the pants have to come off and he's going to eat it in his underwear. He hasn't decided which yet. ]

[The boyfriend in question does hate it, thanks, and it shows in how his thin lips twist into a familiar line. How many days did this unfabulous idiot go without eating?! Is he really sure he doesn't have some kind of superpower...

Flambae's own tryst with abject misery was not a pleasant one, although his unhappiness was louder and more destructive to himself and others, just like his abilities.

He chews the inside of his own mouth on one side, pressing a palm to Robert's bare chest less, as if signaling that it's okay for him to dismount... You know he should really learn to communicate with his actual words-]

Skipping dinner for the mere possibility of getting some [fiery] dick?

[He does yet another low whistle, okay, he's definitely doing this shit on purpose.]

Damn!

You are definitely gayer than I thought.

[come on robboob... connect the bottomy dots...]

That works for me.

[He huffs, and the words that follow are casually insistent.]

Take off your pants and go sit in the kitchen.

[ Robert probably doesn't even fully register why Flambae is making that face, it's just so normal for him. The fireball has his work cut out for him in a lot of ways, so maybe they're more evenly matched in that regard.

He's more paying attention to the hand at his chest giving him a little push. Yeah, ok, maybe actual words would have been good, but he understands the gesture well enough, rolling his eyes as he rolls himself up off of Flambae's lap. Also? Definitely doing that weird toothless whistle thing on purpose. He can't deny it at this point, okay. ]

No. That's not what I meant, thank you very much.

[ Just ... the going to the bar where he wasn't at his most comfortable, navigating around Flambae's feelings and hangups and his own feelings and hangups, being tipsy, getting sober, having something close to a boner, losing the boner ... it's a lot okay? Where does a salad factor into that!

Here, apparently. And it is for the best. He really should eat some greens and get some nutrients in that scrawny body of his.

Once he's up on his feet, he does just have to pause a moment and stare at the strange and casual command to take his pants off first. Never mind that Robert was thinking of doing that on his own anyway. ]

Yes, sir.

[ He turns to go to the bedroom to do that, since he'll probably want the pants in there in the morning. Ah, if he's staying the weekend, when they pick Beef up should he also pick up the only other pair of pants he probably owns? He should do that. These ones probably have glitter on them and also smell like a gay bar. ]

Just so we're clear, is this for gay reasons or not?

[ like is he actually getting a salad or has Flambae changed his mind again. JOKING, OF COURSE. He knows which one it is. ]

[It's strange to hear Robert calling him sir. On one hand, it's kind of sexy! On the other...

It doesn't feel quite right (who is really the boss here?!) Dear god, he will absolutely shut the fuck up about that one.]

The fit of those jeans is fucking unsightly, Robbo.

[So yes! The reason is gay. It's just not the kind of gay reason that Robert had hoped it would be. Flambae would much rather be greeted by the vision of Robert's junk tightly outlined in, what is it, cotton? Than whatever straight male monstrosity Robert had available.

Flambae changes out of his outfit too, in a manner that's so quick it would lead someone to suspect that he had simply engulfed himself in flames and burned straight through it, only the variety of zipping and shrugging noises that follow in tandem seem to prove otherwise. After neatly folding his top and bottoms and setting them aside on the couch, Flambae turns to wash his hands, wincing slightly as he for the first time in seemingly forever notes how the water washes differently over the lost fingers.

He dries those imperfect phalanges with towels, clad in a pair of burgundy boxer briefs, then opening the fridge to check on a few ingredients. There's some arugula, some tuna he could probably sear, carrots, tomatoes, sunflower seeds... And of course, a house dressing that he prepared with some added tomato extract and paprika.]

How do you feel about tuna?

[He calls out over his shoulder, seemingly unaware of all the misery he's put his poor boyfriend through tonight.]

Seared! Not the salad-y kind. Although it will be on the salad, you know?

I don't know.

[ Flambae shouldn't think about it too deeply. Robert is definitely still his boss.

And he's fine, really! He is no longer thinking horny thoughts. Well, not on the forefront of his mind anyway. Flambae's plan really does seem good to him, and he's fully on board. He isn't even disappointed they didn't do anything but kiss and touch a little, honest. As usual he just couldn't help one more silly quip.

Still a pretty gay reason though, he will agree with that.

It doesn't matter either way, since he pulls those unsightly jeans off after mumbling something like "I said I was sorry", and puts them carefully in Flambae's bedroom before he emerges again. Yes, he is wearing cotton now. It's comfortable, cheap, and it breathes nice on the goods. At least they're a slight step up in the cool department from "tightie whities" no matter what Malevola might have to say about it.

Unaware of the finger situation, he comes back out and sits himself down at the kitchen table obediently, twisting only slightly in his chair so he can watch Flambae at work. Not just because his yaoi body is good in those boxer briefs, to be honest, but because it genuinely does interest him to observe the man's process. It's another side to him that the dispatcher hasn't gotten to see, and he's so glad to have it now.

He even ends up smiling fondly as he answers. ]

I feel fine about it. I'm not that picky, you may have guessed.

[ he stopped being able to afford "picky" a long time ago. ]

Some people don't like fish.

[He states it plainly, beginning to dice a few of the vegetables at the kind of speed that would imply superhumanity. There's a pregnant pause between them, perhaps ironic for two individuals who could not get pregnant even if they tried, which brings up the question of... Is there an mpreg superhero?! Anyway, he looks over his shoulder at Robert, giving the dispatcher an obvious once over.

His thin lips curve slightly upwards at the sides.]

That pair of underwear is the only cute outfit you've got!

[He turns back to his work, slicing what looks to be tuna steak into pieces, pulling a brush from one of the drawers to pour olive oil on. Why is he painting raw flesh... Is this high culinary art-]

That and your birthday suit.

[While seasoning the tuna with some salt and pepper, he adds in an oddly calm, steady voice:]

So you don't eat on dinner on Fridays?

[The inquiry is deceptively casual. He is up to something, alright.]

[ i forgot about Mpreg Superhero and now i'm crying once more...

Robert sort of shrugs about the fish, since he doesn't happen to be one of those people (though you probably wouldn't catch him buying any for himself ever). At the once over though he gives a tilt of a brow. ]

I'll be sure to show up wearing only this from now on.

[ Since it's all that pleases him!!

Once Flambae turns back to cooking, Robert has a quiet chuckle to himself and shakes his head. ]

Or that.

[ Obviously he isn't going to go out in public in just his underwear or his birthday suit, but isn't it a nice little scenario he's just offered his boyfriend to imagine? Really, Robert is so generous.

As for the question, maybe he suspects that there's some nefarious plans going on here, but the dispatcher considers the answer seriously for a moment. It maybe won't do to answer it callously or sarcastically, even though that's the immediate urge. In reality he's not sure he has a good answer for it. It definitely isn't going to please Flambae no matter what, he's starting to understand. ]

Yeah, let's go with that. No-Dinner-Fridays.

[Flambae looks over his shoulder, sporting something of a flirtatious half-smile at the remark about "appropriate" attire. When he turns back to the tuna steak, he extends an index finger, flames spurting forth from the tip and over one side of the red, previously-blotted, flesh.

It turns white, and Flambae raises a furry eyebrow, his gaze darting back to Robert's skin.

Is that the same shade of pallor? Is he feeding Robert the meat of his people...

Ah.

Flambae registers that he's staring, although instead of backing down or seeming timid, he grins wickedly for the umpteenth time this evening. Once a supervillain, always incapable of smiling non-threateningly...]

I think I prefer you without the-

[He mimes the preening of a shirt collar.]

Stupid corporate gear! You know, considering how unbelievably gorgeous some of us are- [not him gassing up himself] you would think that they'd put you all something less hideous! To soothe your chatty little egos, or whatever.

[The fiery hothead takes a moment to oogle Robert's scars. God, they're sexy... Fuck!]

You were embarrassed about having your shirt off at the bar.

Why?

[ Thank god and all the heavens above and probably Zeus as well that Flambae didn't say the "meat of his people" thing out loud or Robert would not be interested in eating a salad any longer.

They're safe from that though, and he continues to sit peacefully and watch the man work his magic in the kitchen (it's all magic to Robert, who doesn't cook, probably).

He catches that threatening grin with a grin of his own in reply (a challenge??), though he shakes his head. ]

What's important is what I'm saying. We don't need to look pretty if we're not going out on the field.

[ Even their super identities are supposed to be kept on the downlow, after all! Robert doesn't really mind the blue collared shirt, personally. Then again it's probably the nicest shirt he's owned since whatever he wore to his dad's funeral.

As for the next part, he pauses briefly, wondering what he should say about it. It was stupid, feeling that way when normally he doesn't really give a shit what his body looks like (unless someone is making a dig about whether or not he takes care of it, apparently). He swallows and then shrugs. ]

Something about how ... public it was? I don't know. Just felt like maybe everyone shouldn't just get to look at me for whatever reason.

[ For the reason that he earned most of those scars and bruises by protecting a city that wasn't even going to thank him, maybe? Except Robert doesn't really think that way. He'd do it with or without any recognition. ] Or maybe I just wanted to make sure Visi wasn't around to get off on it or whatever.

Holy shit, man!

[this is a throwaway gag at the "we don't need to look pretty" comment leaf me alone]

We are so different.

[He shakes his head rigorously.

Why anyone would want to step out and look anything less than perfect is beyond him.]

The world is an ugly place! There's no need to pile dogshit on dogshit and make the thing even stinkier, like, what the hell...

Listen, me-

[this is too long this is not good writing i am sorry]

Being so very gorgeous, that is also so very fucking heroic.

[Uttered in complete seriousness:]

I am saving the eyes of the people.

Looking at me is probably, like, the equivalent of eating a fuckton of carrots or whatever-

[u know bc they are historically good 4 ur eyes]

Edited 2026-05-30 05:55 (UTC)

[At the mention of Invisigal's lewd behavior, every muscle in his body tenses. Unconscious as the gesture may be, it's hardly subtle, seeing as he's somehow even more exposed than he usually is.

Looking down, he realizes he's already fixed Robert a plate. Did his hands move of their own accord? It's happened before, he's been so fixated on the intensity of his emotions that he's done dangerous things before actually registering that they've even occurred.

At least this time, it's just dinner.

He sets the salad on the table, unsure of exactly how to voice his feelings about the matter.]

So it does bother you.

[His three-fingered hand falters as it reaches out, stopping in midair and pulling back slightly before he decides to force himself to follow through, eventually managing to gently touch Robert's bare shoulder.

The villainous underbelly of Southern California is full of disgusting entities, with sexual harassment being a common tactic to get under one's skin. Flambae has never taken too kindly to it himself, but for whatever reason, Robert's situation seems worse.

Especially with the suit out of commission, it's not as though he has any abilities to defend himself.]

I'm sorry.

[Oh, look at that! Sincerity.]

There was some locker room talk that maybe you got off on it.

Even before we-

[He remembers hesitating to defend him.]

I did not think it was fair.

["Saying something about, so just because a woman said it, the guy wants that shit to happen? That's crazy. I know we are ex-supervillains, but. Come on, guys."]

If she makes you uncomfortable, I will defend you.

[is this ic ok gay]

But she has been awfully quiet lately.

I think she is a little embarrassed about having to "lose" to me or what the fuck ever, which is crazy! Because I think I give better blowjobs.

[ Robert endures that entire thing with the flattest, driest face possible for a man to make, only very slightly lifting a brow once he thinks that Flambae is finally finished.

Like damn okay he literally just said it's not his job to be on the field so none of that obviously matters to him but it's fine!! Flambae can just be a yucky carrot all he likes, then and ain't nobody stopping him. this is also a throw away tag ]

[ Robert blinks a couple of times. He's not sure but he doesn't think he expected this kind of reaction from what he more or less meant as a throw-away haha funny remark. Not that it was meaningless, but you know. When you say something and other people aren't supposed to see that you were sincere about it....

But of course Flambae would react to it. Loud and obnoxious as he can be, the man is observant and he spends just as much time being quiet and thoughtful. You'd miss that if you weren't paying attention, but Robert's been paying more and more of that as time has gone by.

Robert would like to say it doesn't bother him, when they're making blatantly inappropriate comments about him or his body. Unfortunately that would be a lie. His dad would probably scold him for having a thin skin or something, but... come on, isn't carrying the scars bad enough? They don't need weird commentary at every open opportunity either. And Invisigal isn't exactly ...tactful. To say the least. ]

A bit.

[ He admits quietly after a moment, sitting proper once the salad is in front of him. He just sort of picks up his fork and takes a bite of it. Naturally, it's delicious, which is totally fucked up. There's a pause then between anymore bites when he looks up to Flambae in response to that hand on his shoulder and gives a smile. It's appreciated, really. More than Robert thought, actually. ]

I'm sure there were plenty of things I don't need to know about that were said in the locker room. It's fine.

[ He can't really blame any of them. Some bigshot former superhero guy— and they weren't even allowed to know which superhero for the longest time — marching in there to tell a bunch of washed up villains what to do. He'd probably say a bunch of crass, awful shit in the locker room too. But he likes to think they're beyond that now.

Maybe. For the most part.

Robert lets out a quiet huff. ]

She's nothing I can't handle, I assure you. [ ... ] But thanks.

[ It really does mean a lot to him, someone coming to bat for him. Not that Blazer or Chase wouldn't, but you know. It's different like this.

The rest just sort of makes him snort a little. Sorry to say that with THIS particular Robert, Visi didn't stand a chance anyway. He likes her, but he'd never like her like that. ]

I'm afraid I have nothing to judge against yours, so we'll just have to assume that's true.

[ Also thanks to wild dialogue the devs just expected us to forget about, Robert is the king of blowing people. According to Robert. ]

Anyway, she's a big girl, she'll get over it.

Edited 2026-05-31 01:00 (UTC)

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sorry to everyone who cooks i got the order of the tuna searing bs wrong

i've never tried cooking tuna... but i want to...except i'll be thinking of white people meat now

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