<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, Courtney, Ellie, Liam</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Yeah, Robin did want to<em>go</em>. Not that he’d usually be quite so bold with a lot of others around, including their parents, but Felix endeared a special part of Robin. Maybe, in some ways, Felix helped spark a part of Robin that he wished he could be for the rest of the world. In the moment that part is goofy, and Robin finds himself leaping up, determined to make sure that any splashes his brother gives him are returned, Yeah, what of it? You think that just because you’re a bad-ass then you can act… all bad-ass…” It is not exactly a good comeback, but Robin is not exactly used to talking off the cuff, either… too much in his head. He swallows down the awkwardness borne out of his words and chases his brother deeper into the water.<br/><br/>That confidence, of course, does still stop short where CJ is concerned. Still, the idea of Felix sticking a syringe in the destined-to-be-a-druggie-rock-star’s arm to hasten his decline is absurd enough to make Robin laugh. Not like Felix would really do that… uh, probably. ”I didn’t come here<em>just</em>for a boy,” he offers a total lie there. Maybe most of all to himself, mind you.”Besides, it’s not like we don’t have other reasons now. You know… magic, stuffed animals that.. talk, Ellie…,” Robin shrugs a bit, ”CJ doesn’t matter.. Or… well, he shouldn’t matter.,,, especially with that stupid grin of his. Not really.” He concedes the last with a receding voice, eyes looking down as if momentarily lost; it’s totally a dejected puppy look, and Robin invariably thinks he’s better at hiding it than he is.<br/><br/>”... I still want to go with you all, though. Obviously.”<br/><br/>Robin breathes in an awkward deep breath, raising his eyebrows at the talk of big snakes. He glances at Felix, ”You’re okay, right? I mean…” Yeah, no snake bites that he can visibly see.  Still that sounds… unpleasant. ”We’re like.. Talking what? A few feet? More?’ Robin thinks of the garter snakes in California and imagines them double or triple in size; it sounds awful. Courney becoming stone for the moment simply earns a confused blink; magic is real, but the idea is still.. Scary, with a side of odd. At least it was obviously not a permanent condition.<br/><br/>”Georgio? How about New York? I don’t think I’ve pissed off the parental authorities enough, I need to try to make it as an actor.” Robin laughs in a way that isn’t a joke at all, shaking his head. It’s not like he knows his shot there is definitely no better than turning CJ’s head at this point; it’s not like he knows it probably won’t end in him making a walk of shame to their parents house. After the anger and smug satisfaction at Robin’s failure will come the great compromise. Their mom will find some endearing way to coin it to the constituents like ‘Robin’s little year off’ before seeing that he lands in a proper college with a proper desk-job major.  It may as well be a done deal.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe not. There is, after all, apparently now magic.<br/><br/><br/>