<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/r55oiVf.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Life preserver, backpack, grey hoodie and sweatpants</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 10th, 1:15pm</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Thorne | CJ, Devina, Felix</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Robin swallows tightly as he hears Sean go on about how kayaking is the easier choice. Well, that would have been helpful to know before he opened his mouth; it’s definitely too late now. Robin can’t imagine back-tracking in front of so many people because he is scared that he’ll topple Thorne over, though… especially since he’d have to explain to Thorne any of his deflated motivation to team-up came from his own lack of skill.  What’s the worst that could happen, anyway? It wasn’t as if his canoeing partner looked like he could verbally rip someone to shreds and had built in knives on his fingertips. (Oh, right, it was exactly that.)<br/><br/>Blinking through his momentary paralysis Robin takes hold of the canoe and guides it with Thorne, his attention straying briefly over to Devina and her mouthy Baphomet. ”Seems like they all were a little insistent in their own way.” Robin laughs, forcing a smile through the absurdity of talking about sentient stuffed animals. Fellow, for his part, seems to be shifting in Robin’s pack, even possibly trying to get his attention with the way Robin feels the random poking at his back. Unfortunately, Robin can’t exactly determine what, if anything, the plushie mummy is trying to communicate with its uncomfortable prodding.<br/><br/>He does concede a slight sigh, shaking his head at Sean’s stated rewards for getting there first. Robin will be happy if he does not topple the canoe or end up landing Thorne there five minutes later than anyone else. ”I hope for your sake you aren’t the biggest cheesecake fan, I suspect my brother would be the much better partner at this,” Robin pauses, thinking. For him, at least, he can concede that while he has nothing against a sweet tooth, the idea of indulging in much of anything that would give CJ less reason to pay consistent attention to him than he already is would be difficult to actually enjoy.  A moment on the lips and all that.<br/><br/>Shaking off thoughts of the other camper, Robin’s focus returns to Thorne. ”Are you into theater at all? I thought about it when seeing you do the makeup. I learned a few things myself even if it’s more for the stage.. Or like.. Clowning… miming…” Okay, this time Robin definitely felt Fellow kick him. He has to put up with enough people already rolling their eyes at his hobbies; he does not need Fellow’s embarrassment added to the mix!  Still, Robin tries to pretend the thump didn’t happen and continue on with their preparations until they are ready to take off.<br/><br/>After that, unsurprisingly, Robin has far more pressing things occupying his mind than trying to make conversation.<br/>