<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HZDJQfQ.png)(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Robin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131) &amp; <strong>Fellow</strong></em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Yoga Pants -> Yoga Pants, black t-shirt<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 7th, 0800</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Gardens</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>CJ | Ellie, Felix, Liam</em><br/><hr/><br/>Robin was done with CJ. Absolutely done. Sure, maybe he had fret over plans for the first night that they had time together (only to be interrupted by such small revelations like talking stuffed animals and magic being real.) Maybe the truth was that no matter how many times Robin told himself that he would have come here regardless, there were plenty of closer camps. He wasn’t even looking for a summer camp until CJ mentioned it. His entire point of being here ultimately rested on some late night internet exchanges with the Georgian, even if he had found plenty of reasons to stay here since. And yes, perhaps - just perhaps - Robin quietly sulked himself to sleep, feeling like the most unwanted camper to ever camp when CJ acted like he was a plague victim when it was time to assign bunks. Sure; if you were willing to be critical, he might have even gotten upset when it sounded like Liam was honing in; maybe - just maybe- Robin even got excited at the prospect of Felix interrupting that.<br/><br/>That was the past, though. There was friggin magic! There were talking stuffed animals and campfire creatures. Felix, Ellie, Fellow, and Hissy Fit were all here. Robin had yoga and his phone loaded with a plethora of bad pop songs espousing break up, independence, and being better than the people who ignore you. Robin had the relaxing stretch of Forward Fold poses and - god damn it  he had-the fact that Warrior pose actually made him feel a bit stronger. Like a warrior!<br/><br/>His mind drifted to Ellie, Felix, his parents… most of all he breathed in the fresh air that somehow was so different from San Diego fresh air. He never thought of air being branded, per se, but all the natural scenes were still so very different from home. He laughs as he feels Fellow at his ankle, nervously looking up, trying to match his contortions with those boneless and plushie limbs of a mummy toy. ”Keep going, you’ll get it..,” he encourages the plush as it collapses on its side for the fourth time.<br/><br/>Fellow suddenly scurries into Robin’s bag, as if to hide, which brings his attention around to that guy with the ridiculously strong jawline and lips that could… - No. No. C.J. was no one of note, definitely no one who was looking and smelling amazing in his morning athleisure wear.<br/><br/>”Oh hey,” Robin feels the speech that he prepared asking CJ to spend time with him, and then the subsequent speech that Robin prepared to inform CJ that he was<em>totally</em>fine being permanent strangers when the athlete was avoiding him, both drain out of him. Instead he just stares at the handsome casualness before him, swallowing and reaching up to fidget with his hair, repeatedly pulling it back.<br/><br/>Who the hell prepares for a bonfire in the morning? It was bullshit and Robin knew it and he knew that he didn’t want anything to do with it. He would spend the morning with Fellow and then catch up with Felix and Ellie and forget all about this CJ. It was decided. ”Oh yeah, I’d love to help…” What?! No, that’s not what he meant to say… was it?<br/><br/>Robin reaches down to grab his pack, making to pull a simple black t-shirt out and working it on. As he does so he feels Fellow push at his hands, glancing up at him. Fellow clearly wasn’t a fan of CJ or Bully, and the stuffed toy definitely didn’t have any particular urge to go with them. WIth a frustrated sigh, Robin whispers down into his bag, ”It’s just gathering some wood, it’s not like he’s a serial killer in the woods.” Probably. ”It’s fine. It’s good.”<br/><br/>Talk. Robin needed to talk. It wasn’t like he had a history of being absolutely terrible at that, and spent years of his life in anxious silence around strangers. Oh right, it was exactly like that. ”So, I was thinking about the Falconers… Falcon.. Falcons lately,” he begins, having no clue about football let alone about a NFC team that was nowhere near California. It is something to say that isn’t talking about the weather, though, and he looked up random facts to impress CJ back when he thought he would have a reason to actually impress him. ”Do you really think they have a chance of recovery? The team roster has been suffering lately. They need to be recruiting some big names if they want to stay relevant, right?! I mean, not that they don’t have a great history..”<br/><br/>Robin sighs trying to remember what in the hell he even is talking about.<br/><br/><br/>