<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kh94Ulp.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>Trunks, backpack nearby</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 3:00 pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Swimming Hole</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em> Felix | CJ, Ellie</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As beautiful as Sweetwater Lake is, Robin’s experience with it so far is that it does not allow much privacy. That presents a dual problem really: first, he’s been wishing to talk with Felix outside of the prying ears of others, which their sleeping quarters did not exactly afford despite sharing a bunk bed. Perhaps less directly, Robin has some unspoken questions about his own brother’s comfort in the water around a bunch of others, and while it is not something that he felt like Felix would benefit from being asked directly about, providing an opportunity to swim alone did not seem like a bad idea.<br/><br/>Fortunately, with the rivers that contributed towards Sweetwater Lake’s flow, it wasn’t exactly difficult to find a swimming hole by following up the path. Believing that private meant<em>private</em>, Robin had seen that Fellow was left to his own devices down the path. (Seeing as Robin had been otherwise willing to keep the plushie with him during most times, it was an agreement that didn’t come with much difficulty.)<br/><br/>He sits barefoot at the bank of rocks and earth; while in broad strokes it is geography that you could see in California, it also is so very different.”Ellie was a surprise,” he begins with something easy; not that talking to Felix was ever difficult, but given Robin’s exuberance to follow CJ here and his subsequent public dismissals, there were some subjects that he just felt would be more trouble potentially bringing up.<br/><br/>He laughs very lightly, having taken a hike with Ellie earlier that day. His muscles had already begun to ache from it, and he knew that more was coming by the following morning. ”Don’t worry, I told her that if she had a relapse you’d give her a black eye.” Robin pauses, again seeming disinclined to<em>directly</em>approach the subject of Felix potentially being uncomfortable by someone other than him knowing his history. He’d breeze by it and see what, if anything, his brother had to contribute. ”You two doing okay? He had, obviously, left any initial story telling (or choice to withhold that,) to Felix; Robin didn’t think it was his place to share certain things about his brother that had occurred over the past few years.<br/><br/>Inhaling the smell of pine and fir that definitely is a far stray from the drought-tolerant Acacia and Cedar of San Diego, Robin adds, ”I… I mean, I know I already said it a couple times.. Okay… too many times back home, but thanks for coming here with me… to camp. I don’t think I would have been able to be as comfortable alone.” That would be to say nothing of the fact that the first thing Robin would want to do, the first person he’d want to share the sentiment of [i’]magic is real’[/i] with would have been Felix. He imagines the experience might be oddly dismal if Felix was back home, and Robin had the choices of either saying nothing or sounding like an absolute crazy person. Having a brother who both liked to dress up like a mime<em>and</em>sounded like he belonged in a psych ward was likely too much to ask of any single sibling, certainly Felix..<br/>