robinlavois

[robinlavois]

lcyalty​:

𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity and also a dislike for feeling left out, and asked him, “ are you going to tell me what you do ? i’d trade by telling you what i do here but you already know, so. i can instead tell you which metal detector to avoid on thursdays and save you ten minutes each morning. ” a pretty fucking valuable exchange of information in his eyes, at least, even if all he’d be getting out of it was what worthless floor this guy worked on. “ God, you’re nice, ” he shook his head at what he said, expression on his face almost able to read as both pleasantly surprised and but also caught off guard in a sort of dubious way. most of the people, definitely including him, were dickheads, and here french accent was, saying he wouldn’t want to hurt him and that people were assholes to him. “ you handle getting treated like shit a lot better than most people here, ” he commented. “ or, at least, better than me. does it ever get exhausting ? ”

He wasn’t surprised when the other guy brought up what he did once again, despite Robin’s desire to side step away from that conversation. While he wasn’t ashamed of what he did, he didn’t particularly enjoy saying it out loud. On a similar note, he wasn’t exactly sure why certain metal detectors worked differently on certain days of the week, but having time saved would be a nice reassurance that he would never be late to work once he was already in the building. “I do cam shows,” he finally answered after another moment of silence. It left no bitter taste on his tongue, but, despite that, he worried about the other’s reaction. There was a reason he’d kept it a secret for such a long time, after all. He shrugged at being called nice, dismissing the compliment almost as soon as it was given. “Of course it does. But being tired is no excuse to be cruel to someone else, in my mind, at least. And I’m not about to go around this office and be an ass to the people who I am trying to convince to hire me. That would be counterproductive at best.”

[robinlavois]

ohmydcrling​:

clementine thought of all the ways she could tell sticks to take it easy - what was bullying robin going to do anything about anything? “just test it out.” maybe it would make things worse or maybe he’d get the hint that clem was keeping an eye on him, which she always did anyways but that wasn’t the point. she hummed happily, cheeks pink. “you could join me for yoga in the mornings…” she trailed off innocently, toying with her napkin. clem had been trying to rope people into doing stuff with her out of feeling lonely, her life a time-crunch between doing what she needed to do and what she wanted to do. “thanks! i’m glad it’s over with, even though there’s still more stuff to do. but i guess that’s life.” that was always the case with everything - even if something wasn’t new it was always recurring, like taxes. “he does. but he’s graduating soon with his degree in paleontology so i doubt he’s going to stay here. we always had to fight over who got our dad’s keys back home so i just feel like it’d be a nice present.” a true indication of moving forward. clementine thought they both probably needed that. “what about you, though? anything new? any tea?” 

He nodded despite the strangeness of it all; he genuinely knew very little about the security guard who had stopped him in the lobby - in the moment, all he’d really wanted to do was get out of the situation that he was in, get out of the room where it felt like he had no space to breathe. He tilted his head to the side slightly when she mentioned yoga in the mornings. He already did wake up early on work days, so what would be the harm in waking up a little earlier. “What time is that?” he questioned. Robin had never done yoga before, never in a formal sort of way, but he did appreciate Clem’s company, and if yoga was a way for the two of them to spend more time together, he would gladly take her up on that offer. “Where would he move to, if not here?” he asked curiously - he didn’t know much about America and where to live for what job you wanted, but he figured that New York was the center of everything, and if you were already there, why not stay? “Like I said, my life is incredibly boring right now. If I’m not working, I’m live, and if I am not working or live, I am most likely asleep. This internship thing is... draining, to say the least.”

[robinlavois]

wddingcrshers​:

seeing robin was always a surefire way to make naomi smile, so when he knocked on her office door she practically shot up out of her chair. “hey!” she exclaimed, excitedly, “oh, always. my parents are heading to greece soon so i’ll have meze in a week or so. but for now,” she gestured to the assortment on the desk next to her, “i have this.” pulling a couple chairs closer and offering him a mug to conceal wine in. “how are you doing? i haven’t seen you in a while,” naomi asked with a smile.

“Oh - they’re heading to Greece soon...” he teased playfully, rolling his eyes in a lighthearted manner. His parents had shipped him food before, but not nearly as frequently as it seemed like Naomi’s parents shipped her food. And it was almost never perishables - the packages consisted more of candy and sweets that would last him a while than meats and cheeses. Taking the mug despite the fact that it was a little earlier than he would have usually accepted wine, he took one of the seats that was offered, as well. “I do not think I have ever been this busy in my life,” he admitted, reaching for a bite off of the tray. “And you? Ça va?”

[robinlavois]

brckends​:

“yes, you.” august laughed a little and shook his head. who else would he be talking about? “i get that. work can be overwhelming sometimes.” august pouted and sighed, “anyway — i’ve been all right.” he shrugged. “nothing new, nothing to talk about it, really. just handling work and stuff like that. what about you? how’s work going for you?” august was hoping that robin would be promoted soon. he knew how much he wanted it and how hard working he was. but august didn’t hear about a promotion for robin or anything, and maybe he was wrong, but august didn’t want to say the wrong thing and maybe upset him. 

Nodding, Robin pushed a hand through his hair again, biting his lip a little bit. He knew that it was better to have the internship than to have nothing at all, but it was frustrating, week in and week out, to see people succeeding, when he had nothing to show for his own hard work. "Like I said, overwhelming. It seems like I have a lot more to do in a lot less time. I do not know if that’s because of the season or just bad luck, but it seems like every brand we’re working with wants a new campaign right now, and given the fact that I’m the only floor intern we have, a lot of that busy work is being handed off to me.” He knew he probably shouldn’t complain as much as he was, so he just shut his mouth, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Sorry. You did not ask for me to complain at you about things you cannot change.”

[robinlavois]

                                          masters task 002

robin’s wardrobe has always been floral-centered. growing up in marseille, the only flowers that grew along the rocky beaches were small wildflowers, and those were rare at best. his trips into the countryside as a child left him loving flowers, and, once he had grown a little bit, he started dressing to show that love. 

his wardrobe is also defiant of gender norms -- he doesn’t care what section of the store it’s in, if it draws his eye, he’ll buy it. sheer skirts are some of his favorite pieces. (honestly, if it’s sheer at all, he probably loves it). 

he also pays to hand-embroider pieces without floral touches to them - even the plainest sweatshirt can have a little embellishment on the shoulder. he just really likes flowers.

[robinlavois]

The text from Naomi was certainly a surprise, but, undoubtedly, a good one. There was always at least a little part of him that was homesick at any given time, so the offer of some foods from home was one that he couldn’t deny, even if he wanted to. That’s why he set aside his work for the moment and headed to Naomi’s office, knocking against the door and giving a smile as he stepped in. “You could not have texted at a better time. Thank you much for this... I really do appreciate it.” 

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the mini fridge in naomi’s office was always stocked up, normally with whatever her parents sent her from their travels. lately they had been staying at home to work, so the fridge was full of meat and cheeses from france, and she figured the perfect person to help her eat them was robin. she wasn’t sure if he was homesick or not, but a little reblochon and comté could never hurt. sending him a text, she pulled out some crackers and a baguette that she bought at lunch and waited for him to come up to her office.

[robinlavois]

lcyalty​:

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ? “ two months, ” sticks answered with a shrug. “ why are you looking at me like that ? am i supposed to know what you do ? ” he didn’t even know what floor is own sister worked on, much less this guy that he’d met last week. and if he was supposed to know because this was something spread around the office, he also wouldn’t know that – sticks only talked to a single other security guard and the people who set off the metal detectors, and he hadn’t had access to social media since he was in college. he placed his eyes on the guy, looking at him from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head before falling on his eyes again. “ you don’t look like you lack strength, ” he said, following up with a grin and, “ but i also don’t really want to test that out this way, either. ” sticks pushed a hand through his hair, raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise. “ really ? even though i was purposely an asshole to you ? i’ll let you get one free punch in, if you really want. ”

Had it really been more than two months since word had gotten out about him? He didn’t think so, but, then again, time really seemed to fly when you had meetings every week where you were lectured about subpar work. It seemed unlikely that this guy was that out of the loop, considering how much office gossip he learned even when he wasn’t actively seeking it out, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that he didn’t know. “No - no, just curious, I guess.” He felt a shiver go through him as the other man looked him over, nibbling at his lip, holding on to one of the stationary bike’s handlebars. “I do not think that I lack strength, per se, but I do think that you’re probably stronger than I am, and, like I said, I do not want to hurt you.” Robin nodded once again, giving a little shrug. “You aren’t the first person to be an asshole to me, and I doubt you will be the last. But if I went around hitting everyone who was unkind to me, my knuckles would be far more damaged than they are today, and I need my hands to work, so... unfortunately, there won’t be any punching. But thank you for the opportunity nonetheless.”

[robinlavois]

ghcstin​:

greeting him once more seemed to snap him back to her. parker didn’t have a type per say– but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find the whole rocking of the heels and hand at the nape of the neck thing cute. it was sweetly genuine, something parker found herself gravitating towards. “i mean it’s still entry level, but that just means i’m one step closer to whatever’s next” whatever’s next meaning exactly that– parker knew she wanted a career in journalism but she wanted as much experience as possible. “so tell me monsieur paris, what is there to do for fun around here besides be mad about sports teams and take the subway?”

“Well, entry-level is better than an internship, which is better than no job at all,” he pointed out, nodding. Robin wouldn’t say so, but he’d kill for an entry-level position right now. Not that he was lacking money, but he did want the respect that an employee would get. “Oh - I’m not from Paris,” he explained, though he wasn’t sure if he’d already said that. Anyone who had grown up in France would be able to tell the difference between his accent and a Parisian one. “I studied there, but... I grew up in Marseille.” Then, he remembered that she’d asked him something. “To answer the question, there are a lot of good restaurants, coffee shops, parks - more parks than you would expect. There is a good farmer’s market year-round in Inwood if you want to take the A train up there. There is almost nothing you can’t do.”

[robinlavois]

lcyalty​:

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, even though recently, his constant strive to avoid as many people as possible was slowly turning him to a keep-to-yourself type of guy, but something about this kid made it almost scarily easy to talk to him. it’d been like when he was in the lobby and taking him to the office, how easy it was to try and push his buttons. “ work ? ” he repeated. “ what do you do ? ” he couldn’t imagine any department, besides maybe culinary, requiring so much movement that someone could break an actual sweat from it all. barring an actual, legit emergency happening in the building, sticks mostly just stood bored in the lobby and scanned the occasional birkin. “ oh, come on, ” he said with a grin, “ it wouldn’t be hard. you’ve just gotta’ make sure the bar doesn’t fall on me when i go to pick it up. ” he paused. “ unless you let it fall on purpose ‘cause i was a dick to you last week. touché in that case. ”

He blinked in surprise at the question, looking over his shoulder at the other man. Figuring that everyone in the office knew what he did for work, he was surprised to get that question. “How long have you worked here, again...?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly, not directly answering the other question about his work. Then again, maybe the guy didn’t know Robin’s name; maybe if he knew it, he would put the puzzle pieces together. But who was Robin to say? Shaking his head at the next comment about spotting him, Robin leaned against the handlebars of the bike, looking over at him still. “That isn’t it. It is just that I’m not sure I’m strong enough to make sure that the bar does not fall on you. I do not want to accidentally hurt you from my lack of strength.” He paused, then added, “I do not want to purposely hurt you, either.”

[robinlavois]

ohmydcrling​:

“ohhhh.” of course, sticks was busy intervening in people’s days and making them run late. he’d done the same thing to her. “next time he stops you just call him stinks.” she recommended, a mischievous smile on her face. “i miss seeing you, too. we need to meet up more.” jude’s busyness was hers, so it was hard to make free time. sometimes she didn’t even get to go into the office at all, which was nice sometimes but not enough for her to not complain. she pursed her lips, resting her cheek in her hand as she thought. clem hadn’t been doing particularly well, but complaining felt in bad taste. “uhm, i guess not much has been going on. jude won a case he’s been working on for the past year or so, so that’s nice to be part of that even if i hardly did anything.” she was mostly just a cheerleader, but that was okay with her. if she had to legitimately participate in all that stuff she’d probably mess it up really quickly. “i was going to get my little brother a car for his birthday and it’s looking like i might be able to swing that now, so that’s nice.” she’d at least start with the positives and maybe work her way to the stuff that was bothering her.

His brow furrowed at that - Stinks? He didn’t even think he’d caught the security guard’s name, so he wasn’t sure why Stinks would be an insult, but he simply nodded and set the knowledge aside for later, in case it became necessary. “I don’t think I got to know him very personally. The conversation was... tense, to say the least.” Robin sighed, resting his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm. “Yes - we do. I miss the sunshine you used to bring to my days.” Smiling as she talked about what he’d missed in her life, he nodded along eagerly; her news was more exciting to him than his own news was. Then again, didn’t everyone’s life bore themselves a little bit? “Congratulations to Jude, then, and to you for helping, even if you think you were not very much of it - any help is good help.” He truly believed that - he thoroughly enjoyed group work now that everyone was (or should be) enthusiastic about what they were working on; it was much better than group projects in school when half the group didn’t care about the project or their grade. “Congratulations on that, too - he does not live in the city, right? I can’t see why anyone would need a car in this city... that is one of the perks of living here.”

[robinlavois]

Work had taken over most of his free time, as of late. It seemed like whenever he finished the work for one job, the work from the other would pop up, and he hadn’t really had time to relax in quite a while - probably since Hawaii. Not to say that he wanted to stop with his streams; he didn’t. He was just overwhelmed with everything on his plate. That’s why he didn’t process the fact that someone was talking to him until he noticed a presence beside him. “Oh - hello,” he replied, finally looking away from his laptop screen. “Me?” He considered brushing off the question, letting it fade away rather than being honest. Deciding against it, though, he shrugged. “A little overwhelmed right now, to be honest. And you?”

august wasn’t typically insecure — but sometimes, he had to actually remind himself that kitley liked him just as much as august liked him back. the office gossip had made august feel a little weird, but he’d spoken to kitley and he felt fine about it now. but did crushing on robin make him … a hypocrite? he didn’t think so. it’s not like he and robin were friends or anything. he doubted he’d even manage to be friends with robin, especially knowing that he’d been watching robin’s videos for so long now. “hey, robin!” august smiled when he spotted him, walking over to him sitting with his laptop. “how are you?” @robinlavois​

[robinlavois]

lcyalty​:

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒, looking down at his phone to see the time. “ you just got here ? ” it’d make more sense, although still be strange regardless, if he’d stayed at the building the entire time then came down to the gym – but he’d come here on his own accord ? at this hour ? if he didn’t already recognize him from their last encounter in the lobby, sticks would start to suspect him. not that he’d even do anything, probably, but the principle was there. he noticed the slight sheen of sweat on the guy’s forehead, and gestured towards it. “ walk into the building get you all worked up ? ” he asked dryly, but with no malice. it was just weird, was all, that he was sweaty if he’d just gotten there. he reached down to pick up his water, walking closer to the other. “ nope, ” he said, “ we have to fight for the death for the treadmills. ” a pause, a swig of water, and then he grinned slightly as he walked away. “ i’m kidding. yeah, ‘course there’s enough room. i might even have you spot me. ”

“That’s correct, yes.” He nodded, knowing that it was an odd time for anyone to be coming to the office - that it was more likely that someone had fallen asleep in their office, woken up, and come down to the gym, as opposed to Robin’s situation, but here he was nonetheless, and it wasn’t like he was about to turn around and leave. “No, I just finished up work,” he replied nonchalantly, figuring that everyone in the office knew the difference between Robin’s work and Robin’s work. “And I figured that, if I was coming here to work out, a full shower wasn’t really necessary, given the fact that I’m going to be sweating.” Looking up at the other, he rolled his eyes as subtly as he could at the comment about th treadmills. “Ouais, because there is only one,” he replied sarcastically, setting his bag aside as the other walked away. “I don’t know how good I would be at that...” Heading towards one of the bikes, he set his water bottle aside, sitting down on it.  “But I can try.”

[robinlavois]

Robin did desperately miss seeing Clem at reception whenever he entered or exited the building. She always managed to cheer him up, but, now, he felt that lack of brightness in his day, to say the very least. “Ça va,” he replied noncommittally, “but I do miss seeing you. I was late for a meeting last week because a metal detector went off despite the fact that I did not have any metal on me and the security guard insisted that he had to look through my bag.” Shaking his head, Robin leaned against one of his hands, looking across at her. “And you? Catch me up.”

since moving from reception, clem had felt disconnected from everyone. rightfully. maybe that had been the whole point of moving her - maybe it was a challenge or some way of testing her. clementine didn’t know. she just knew that she missed being able to catch robin every morning and evening. “so what’s up? how’ve you been?” she asked over her menu, not even looking down at the pages because she knew what she wanted and was more invested in catching up.

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[robinlavois]

His stream that night had gone longer than he’d anticipated - longer than a stream had ever gone, really. Because of this, there wasn’t enough time to fall asleep, wake up, get ready for work, and get to work on time. So, Robin just decided to bite the bullet and head to the Masters’ building early, get in a workout and a shower, and then be there on time. He could just leave early, worst-case scenario, to get home and sleep. He was surprised to come across someone else in the gym, though -- he figured he’d have it all to himself. “No, I just got here,” he replied, looking over his shoulder, then back at the other. “My key card still works.” He raised it as a sort of indication before slipping it back into his pocket. Still a little sweaty from his show, he pushed a hand through his hair, looking around the gym. “But it seems like there is more than enough room in here for the both of us, no?”

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐆𝐘𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘. the less people around him, the better. and it wasn’t because he was an introvert or anything – far from it, actually. but the more people around him meant the more people who might recognize his face, or think about that one loud comment made by one person regarding him and try to figure out who he was. when he entered the gym late that night, he expected to be the only one there, but slowed his gait to the barbell weights when he noticed a figure. he vaguely recognized him, but a rousing game of guess who wasn’t anything he was looking in partaking in. “ i thought i cleared the building, ” he said aloud, mainly to the person but partly to himself. he set down his water bottle and drawstring bag, continuing, “ were you hiding under your desk ? ”

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[robinlavois]

ghcstin​:

“hi!” parker stated once more, her tone a little more relaxed to try and soothe whatever nervousness he was obviously feeling seeing that he greeted her twice now. with her arms linked in his, she followed him down new halls and smiled politely at new faces they passed. “well i did, as an intern. rolfe himself offered me a full-time position here. how could a girl say no?” she bit the bottom of her lip at the thought of her finally having a full time position in her field.

Only when she said hi again did he realize that he’d greeted her twice. Shutting his mouth before he could do so a third time, he nodded a few more times, moving his hand from the back of his neck into his pocket. Trying to look less nervous than he was, he nodded along as she spoke, leading her to the storage closet in the most convenient route he knew, hoping that the hallways weren’t too confusing. “Oh - congratulations, that’s good news.” Ignoring the twinge of jealousy that went through him, he gave a little smile. “Welcome to New York, then.”

[robinlavois]

@naomibeauchamp: @lavoisrobin no that's valid that's your own business and honestly it doesnt deserve to be spoken about in that way

@naomibeauchamp: @lavoisrobin i support you but only in ways in which you feel comfortable

@lavoisrobin: @naomibeauchamp merci beaucoup 🥰

[robinlavois]

@naomibeauchamp: @lavoisrobin and suddenly i'm subscribing to all your stuff and supporting you in all of it

@lavoisrobin: @naomibeauchamp do not take this the wrong way but i'd prefer it if zero (0) people from my real life know my cam @ for personal reasons

@lavoisrobin: but i do appreciate the support