<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Kiddie Trail</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Robin | Felix</em><br/><hr/>“Bully?” Elle’s brow furrowed. “Is that someone’s name?” Or did he forget a word there? Either way, whether his name was Bully or he was a Bully, she hadn’t met him. “Well, whoever he is, want me to beat him up for you?” She flashed the mummy a cocky little grin. She’d totally beat up a sentient pillow for a friend – especially when he was this adorable. Not that she knew the issue was another plushie. It may seem silly, but in the end, she just wanted to make a good impression… Especially on little Fellow. He embodied the old Robin so much that perhaps this was the second chance Ellie had always wanted.<br/><br/>“What was two different words?” Elle blinked. Robin’s insinuation went completely over her head. “Mummies and Pharaohs?” He really was just so terribly fitting for Robin – Fellow, that is. A mummy? His true self was all wrapped up and hidden beneath bundles of cloth. He was shy, and reluctant to speak. The fact that he put Robin in the same position Felicia had once been in – his voice – was not lost on her. It was such a poetic twist that it made her want to squeeze them both up in her arms until they popped – but of course she wouldn’t do that…<i>Yet</i>. In the end, this was probably something Robin really needed. Something that placed him in a position where he could feel strong and supportive – and that just made her love them both all the more.<br/><br/>As such, a perfect way to punctuate how much stronger Robin had become since she’d last seen him, was his reaction to her jest. He stumbled at first, clearly flustered, but as he pulled himself free of a situation that would have once left him gapping and running, Ellie felt her grin broaden. “You’re so damn cool now.” She cuffed his shoulder with a strange sense of pride.<br/><br/>“Not that you weren’t before.” She coughed, busying herself with a small rock on the ground that obviously needed kicking. “I quite liked you a lot before.” She admitted, her cheeks stained with pink. “But I like it more when you talk to me.” How ironic was that? One of the last and first things he’d said to her was something along those lines, in its own way. Now she finally got to say it back.<br/><br/>“But you’re right, you’re not my mom’s type.” She grunted as she stretched her arms behind her back and tried to twist them above her head.<i>You’re my type.</i>Was what she wanted to say, but no matter how much courage she tried to work up she just couldn’t get the words past her lips. Was this how Robin always felt? “You’re too well adjusted.” Was what she ended up saying, and it annoyed her to no end. Was she showering him with too many compliments? Was he going to think she was being weird or on drugs, or something? “And too short.” She blurted out. Only to promptly want to punch herself in the face.<br/><br/><i>WHY</i>, Ellie?! Just why?!<br/>