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Robin snorts, sucking in a breath between cackles as Steve stands in front of her with his hands on his hips as he nods. “Yep. Very nice, Buckley. Laugh it up.”
Robin wipes the tears from her eyes and clears her throat. “I’m sorry.” She stares up at him with pleading eyes. “Seriously, Steve. I’m sorry just–” Another laugh sneaks its way out of her, her eyes trailing over him as she shakes her head. “This is just so not you. Why are you dressed like that!?”
Steve sighs, dropping into the chair across from her, feeling ridiculous. “I don’t know! I just– ughhh!” He drops his head in his hands. “I just thought maybe if I…changed up my look a little then maybe…” He trails off, feeling pathetic and ridiculous in his ripped jeans and tshirt of a band he’s absolutely never listened to before.
Robin’s face drops and she reaches out to squeeze his knee. “Steve. Eddie likes you, dingus.”
Steve’s eyes flash up to hers, his brow scrunching. “He barely even looks at me, Robin!”
Robin rolls her eyes. “Yeah when you’re looking! ” She shakes his knee a little. “He can’t take his eyes off you when you aren’t .”
A smile tugs at Steve’s mouth. “Really?”
Robin nods, leaning back in her chair. “And even if he didn’t, is this really the way you want to get his attention, babe?”
Steve sighs, picking at the frayed hole in his jeans. “No. I guess not.”
Robin grins. “You’d probably be better off putting on some of those tiny ass jock shorts you have, anyway.”
Steve’s eyes lock onto hers. “You’re a genius!”