[ flustered silence is what Bigby gets after he sends the dick pic. Not that he can tell, except for the pause it takes for Robert to say something.
Okay so it's definitely a grandpa's rendition of a dick pic, but he ... remembers that dick, ok. The peek of the abs, even blurry as they are? Brilliant touch. Robert is blushing for sure.
And then realizes that Bigby is going to start wondering if he's been left on read so he quickly fumbles for a reply. ]
It's great. I mean... I don't know, is it cool to say that about a dick pic?
[ Having a mental revelation that he's got to fuck this old man 😔 ]
Anyway let me know if you want me to teach you any of the watch stuff. I'm pretty good with technology.
A lot of the time I think girls get them unsolicited and they actually aren't that fun.
[ he has a good chuckle about that. why? he doesn't know... it's bad. ]
And sure, I know what a thirst trap is. What century you from anyway, Bigby?
[ He's kidding, but little does he know. Anyway, that is a risky comment, because Robert was just thinking about how he'd do crazy things to and with Bigby's blurry low-res dick... ]
maybe. seems like a whole hassle to get them developed and hand out.
might as well just flash everyone on the subway and call it a fucking day.
[ He's seen it all in New York, but more importantly, he's going to freshen up a bit too, including putting on that old yukata of his. It's comfortable for lounging with guests, okay. No need judge. When Robert finally swings by, he'll open the door with a half-grin on his face and a cigarette in hand. ]
[ He gets a good chuckle out of that at least while he’s on his way over to the nicer part of Diamond town.
When Bigby answers the door, Robert’s eyes flutter in some rapid blinks, but he manages to keep his cool for the most part. That yukata though… nice memories. He can’t let that sass go unchecked though. ]
So you didn’t want me to take my time. Mixed signals, Bigby.
See, Robert. I was being polite. You were supposed to read between the lines.
[ He pushes the door open a bit more, enough to for him to lean against the frame. ]
But you're helping me out, so I'll let it slide this time. [ With a tilt of his head, he motions for Robert to come in. ] Want anything? A drink or something?
[ Housekeeping swung by earlier, so thankfully nothing too out of the ordinary, though he does glance warily at the made bed. The sheets like pretty spotless. ]
[ Robert pauses a moment, and then gives a laugh. He shakes his head, but it's mostly at himself. ]
What part of "I'm bad at this" should I explain further?
[ He slides himself inside and very briefly looks around. He's curious about Bigby as always but he himself hasn't really added any touches to his suite (plus he's been broke af replacing his wardrobe all the time) so he doesn't super expect other people too either. Who knows though, tbh. ]
Sure, I don't mind a drink. Don't worry too much though.
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Okay so it's definitely a grandpa's rendition of a dick pic, but he ... remembers that dick, ok. The peek of the abs, even blurry as they are? Brilliant touch. Robert is blushing for sure.
And then realizes that Bigby is going to start wondering if he's been left on read so he quickly fumbles for a reply. ]
It's great. I mean... I don't know, is it cool to say that about a dick pic?
[ Having a mental revelation that he's got to fuck this old man 😔 ]
Anyway let me know if you want me to teach you any of the watch stuff. I'm pretty good with technology.
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hell if i know. first time i'm learning people take these for fun.
and thirst traps too. you know what those are?
[ This grandpa needs help so bad, Robert. ]
honestly i might need to take you up on that. this shit genuinely pisses me off.
[ There's a minute until the next text hits. This is his level of risky. ]
i'm free now?
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[ he has a good chuckle about that. why? he doesn't know... it's bad. ]
And sure, I know what a thirst trap is. What century you from anyway, Bigby?
[ He's kidding, but little does he know. Anyway, that is a risky comment, because Robert was just thinking about how he'd do crazy things to and with Bigby's blurry low-res dick... ]
Oh, sure. I can drop by if you want ...
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you know. this whole thing is really shedding light on how out of place i might be.
20th century by the way. if you were really curious.
[ Laugh it up, Robert! He's literally grandpa! ]
alright. you don't have to rush or anything but you know my door's open for you.
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Only 20th, huh? I thought maybe there were dick pics back then.
[ he was a kid at that time!! so he wouldn't know. but that means grandpa isn't that much of a grandpa after all (if only he knew). ]
Anyway, yeah. Give me a few minutes, I'll be there.
[ AND HE IS. after he washes up a little (hey you never know ok) and makes sure he has pants on or whatever, he'll be knockin'. ]
text -> action;
might as well just flash everyone on the subway and call it a fucking day.
[ He's seen it all in New York, but more importantly, he's going to freshen up a bit too, including putting on that old yukata of his. It's comfortable for lounging with guests, okay. No need judge. When Robert finally swings by, he'll open the door with a half-grin on his face and a cigarette in hand. ]
Took you long enough.
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[ He gets a good chuckle out of that at least while he’s on his way over to the nicer part of Diamond town.
When Bigby answers the door, Robert’s eyes flutter in some rapid blinks, but he manages to keep his cool for the most part. That yukata though… nice memories. He can’t let that sass go unchecked though. ]
So you didn’t want me to take my time. Mixed signals, Bigby.
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[ He pushes the door open a bit more, enough to for him to lean against the frame. ]
But you're helping me out, so I'll let it slide this time. [ With a tilt of his head, he motions for Robert to come in. ] Want anything? A drink or something?
[ Housekeeping swung by earlier, so thankfully nothing too out of the ordinary, though he does glance warily at the made bed. The sheets like pretty spotless. ]
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What part of "I'm bad at this" should I explain further?
[ He slides himself inside and very briefly looks around. He's curious about Bigby as always but he himself hasn't really added any touches to his suite (plus he's been broke af replacing his wardrobe all the time) so he doesn't super expect other people too either. Who knows though, tbh. ]
Sure, I don't mind a drink. Don't worry too much though.