<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em> Ellie | Felix</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fellow peers out from Robin’s backpack again, this time taking a longer look at the somewhat upended-seeming Ellie as she works through her flustered words. There’s a quietness about him that seems perhaps reminiscent of Robin - at least<em>the old Robin</em>- which is emphaized by him ducking back in Robin’s bag again without a word, and acting as if a freely-moving purple mummy plushie with crazy eyes was easy to miss. It isn’t, at least from where Ellie stands: Robin, on the other hand, seems somewhat unaware given that he’s not particularly used to small sentient creatures rummaging around his bag.<br/><br/>He stops and looks at her, pursing his lips. He seems to be looking for words - speaking of<em>the old Robin</em>there he is staring quietly, struggling with what to say, or perhaps not wanting to say anything at all. He does, though, and it eventually comes out in a fluster of words, ”I knew someone somewhere would find me difficult to deal with. All this time people were calling me a pushover, I needed someone to say… uh… someone different.”<br/><br/>Okay, so that wasn’t eloquent.  It barely made any sense, but Robin couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. When he was nervous, his old tendencies didn’t return, per se, but he still sometimes struggled getting out what he wanted to in a way that made sense to others around him.  He turns his attention back to the trail, going quiet for a little longer - this time, though, it’s also so he doesn’t have to reveal his winded breathing. He suspects leg muscles that he didn’t even know that he had are going to be sore tomorrow. Fortunately, the trail evens out again quickly enough and with it he at least has had time to gather a bit more speech.<br/><br/>”It’s okay, you know. Being a bitch.” Robin breathes through his lips in a pursed fashion, finding his normal exhalation pattern again. ”I mean, I appreciate it not being directed at me…. anymore… but the truth is I admire people who say what they want, it’s been… uh…”<br/><br/>He laughs nervously, the history of his silence well known between them. ”It’s something I admire. Being able to express things without freezing up. If anything I just.. Uhm… wondered what I did to you. To.. .others too, I mean. Anyway, it’s the past.” Robin looks away, perhaps just slightly flustered.<br/><br/>”I’m not sure how I would have gotten by without Felix…” Robin glances at Ellie at the mention of his brother. He can’t help but be curious about how she is handling the news. Very high on the list of things that would be quite difficult - and probably rude - to ask though was how she was processing that Felicia was now Felix.<br/><br/>He lingers in the moment, as if hoping the silence does some talking for him, that it opens up a prompt that he himself can’t find the fortitude to form into words. As if coming with a back-up plan so that he wouldn’t just end up staring endlessly (like<em>old Robin,</em>) he forces out, ”So.. Uhm.. I think I saw you going into the science building a couple times. Is that.. A.. uhm.. interest?”<br/><br/>