How is that even an apology? You were /almost/ doing less than shit until you called me cute. I don’t know why I’m even talking to you, you’re awful
His phone lit up almost immediately again.
I can’t help being honest, have you even looked in a mirror?
Like, damn, you must be a model, am I right?
so pretty, I want you to wear my clothes
Robin almost tossed his phone away, one hand covering his mouth at the sheer audacity of this guy, so creepy! Before he could type a reply his phone lit up again.
Oh, god, that sounded better in my head, I mean, I’m a fashion designer
I’d like to see you model my clothes, for a photo shoot.
Robin found himself laughing, this.. Absolute moron worked in the same field as him! He typed a quick reply, trying to stifle his giggles.
In case you failed to notice, I’m only 5’6”, too short to model by about a foot!
The reply came so fast Robin wondered how the guy could read and type that quickly.
I don’t care, you’d be perfect, please don’t hate me, please be my model
Robin snorted, not sure if he should be totally creeped out, or just amused by this idiot.
What part of leave me alone do you not get?
The reply took a little longer this time
I really don’t want to?
Robin frowned.
You know how creepy you sound?
His phone started to vibrate with an incoming call, and Robin sighed and answered it, ignoring the problem of the weird stalker fuckboy for the moment. The phone call was a friend in a crisis panic about something Robin had offered to help with in passing months ago. It took him an hour to get them calmed down, and the rest of the day to rustle up a last minute outfit for them. It was a good thing he could sew as well as he could design, and had plenty of fabric tucked away in his spare room, and he had the day off. By late evening, his friend had dropped around to try on, have last minute alterations and collect the outfit. They had dinner together, and Robin waved them off, flopping down on his bed, exhausted, his conversation with the dubious guy on birdsite totally forgotten.
His alarm the next morning dragged him out of a very nice dream, and he grumbled, picking up his phone to stop the noise and do his early morning check of messages and social media. That was a mistake. Still grumbling he set the phone on silent and went to have his shower, not having actually read any of the twenty messages the birdsite stalker, as he’d now named him, had sent. He’d block him when he got home, and clean up all the other texts and emails waiting for him. Right now, if he didn't move he’d be late to be early for work, and he was desperate to prove how professional he was, even if his new boss wasn't. He planned to be there waiting before his boss got there, and as his boss was supposed to typically get there early, he was going to get there earlier.
It was petty, but Robin had a whole mess of pent up petty to take out on someone, and his boss had just become top target since he made Robin go to work for no good reason yesterday. Dressing in another of his own creations, Robin skipped breakfast, just taking a travel mug of coffee to sip as he walked to work in the early morning chill. Thankfully the main building was open, even at this hour, and he adjusted himself in the lift mirror as it sped him towards the 6th floor. He was wearing a smartly tailored apricot suit today, with a lemon chiffon scarf and soft just off white shirt, everything fitted perfectly, since he’d made it that way. Smirking to himself he fluttered his lashes, showing off the apricot and lemon eyeshadow he was wearing. Hopefully his look would get some kind of reaction from Devon, he wanted his boss off centre, so he could set the standards under which he was willing to work. No way was he going to end up cleaning up after the slob, or fetching his coffee. Robin had standards and he was sticking to them.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, showing an unlit office and firmly closed doors. Feeling pleased he’d gotten there first he planted himself next to the doors, putting his designer apricot satchel down and flicking through his phone, determined to use the time to finally block the stalker douche on birdsite.
At least that was the plan, but in order to do that he had to open the message thread, just to be sure he was really as creepy as he seemed the day before. If Robin was forced, he might admit he was secretly enjoying the attention, just a little.
I’m not trying to sound creepy :(
Have I made you ignore me now?
I’m so, so sorry :(
I know I’m bad at this
I've never had to do this before
I mean, I've never had to apologise to someone like this
I prefer to say sorry to someone's face
Not to a screen
This is difficult, everything comes across wrong
I don’t say sorry via text
Or beg them to model for me
I mean, I don’t have to ask usually
I sometimes ask, but
it’s usually the other way round
They beg me for the chance
I’m not trying to sound conceited
It probably sounds that way
But lots of people want to model
please, please forgive me??
You’re breaking my heart smalls
Robin covered the small smile on his face with his hand, it was creepy, but also a little cute? Or maybe Robin was just starved for attention right now, that had to be it, he hated fuckboys, and this guy was most definitely one. But that didn't mean he couldn't mess with him, that wouldn't be a bad thing, if this guy was so desperate to get Robin to forgive him, maybe Robin could use that to his advantage?
So, you’re some kind of hot shot designer then?
The reply came surprisingly quickly.
Smalls! I thought you’d given up on me, I’m glad you didn't! :) :)
Robin pulled a face, he really didn't like that nickname.
Gross, don’t call me that, and I don’t care about you, I just want to know who you work for, maybe I can get you fired :P
Another quick reply.
:( :( you wouldn't?
He smirked, this was too easy.
I will if you call me smalls again. Now who do you work for? I won’t wear just anything, I’m very picky with my clothing, it has to be perfect.
The elevator dinged and slid open just as Robin sent the last message, a smirk on his face, which he quickly turned into his best meet the boss smile. Robin was sure this must be Devon, he was slightly shorter than Ellis, but with the same dark wavy hair and angular features, only on Devon they made him seem darkly dangerous, whereas Ellis looked much more friendly and approachable. Robin swallowed, and tried to turn the smile up a few watts to hide his nerves. So far Devon hadn't noticed him, his attention on his phone which he was rapidly typing on. Robin cleared his throat and Devon looked up so sharply Robin took a step backwards, almost tripping over his satchel. Devon’s eyes were locked on him as he flailed trying to regain his balance, so much for good first impressions! Then Devon was right in front of him, holding his arm, and pulling him back upright.
“Are you okay?”
Robin felt a shiver run down his spine, Devon’s voice was even deeper than Ellis’s, this was bad.
Flustered Robin just nodded, trying to avoid the intense dark eyed stare he was being given. So much for being in control.
“You’re here early.” Devon didn't seem pleased about it.
“Ellis said you come early and leave late, I thought I should be keeping the same hours if I’m supposed to be working with you.” Robin tried for his disarming smile, but he was fairly certain it came out more as a nervous grimace.
“Dammit Ellis,” Devon muttered, clearly Robin wasn't supposed to have heard that so he pretended he hadn't while Devon stepped past him and unlocked the front doors, flicking lights on as he headed towards his office. Robin trailed after him, inwardly cursing. Why did his new boss have to be his dream guy in looks and his worst nightmare in personality? Life was just plain cruel. Robin headed to his own desk when he reached the office, putting his satchel down and taking a moment to check his phone while Devon was busy doing the same thing. He felt a little disappointed to see there was no reply from his birdsite stalker. Sighing softly he put his phone away, and sat down, wondering when he’d be told what to do.
He jumped as a stack of folders was dumped on his desk.
“These are copies of the Tokyo proposal, I assume you know what that is. I want you to go through the designs and suggest changes.”
Devon didn't stay long enough for Robin to even nod, having turned on his heel and started stalking away even while he was talking. Robin shivered, he had the feeling his boss really didn't like him, which was not a good start. Pulling a folder towards him, Robin buried himself in the work, finding plenty of small alterations he’d make to the proposed designs, and being sure to make his own beautiful drawings and notes on separate papers he attached to each page. Robin was so engrossed in his work he barely registered anything else happening around him, so it wasn't until someone shook his shoulder lightly that he realised Devon was back in the room and scowling down at him.
“It’s 1pm, you should go have some lunch, I can hear your stomach growling from the other side of the room and it’s annoying.”
Robin felt his face burning and he quickly put down the design he was altering, mumbling, “sorry, I was just really caught up in the work.”
Devon’s scowl softened fractionally, “can I look at what you've done so far while you take a break?”
Robin bit his lip nervously and then plastered on his 1000 watt smile, “of course!” He sorted out the folders he’d already finished with and handed them over.
Devon’s eyes widened when Robin handed him all but the one folder he was working on back.
"You've done all the rest already? Couldn't you find anything to alter?”
Robin snorted and rolled his eyes, “oh no, there was plenty that needed altering, I've added in pages of notes and design drawings for each one.”
Robin couldn't read Devon’s expression, but he thought that it was probably disbelief or denial, either way he’d soon find out if he was doing well enough to keep his job. Pushing to his feet, Robin gave Devon another 1000watt smile and flounced out of the office, headed for the cafe, his stomach gurgling in protest at the lack of breakfast and the late lunch.
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