<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dnqbZ3W.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Robin Elliot</em><br/><strong>Date | Time</strong>:<em>Saturday, April 13th | 0900 (EST)|</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Open</em><br/><hr/><br/>Reflexively, Robin smiles at the mention of the audition. Apparently he’s still not too far away in either time or distance from California to not automatically want to look chipper for his parents when it comes to talking about his future life plans. Still, the smile feels awkward on his face as soon as he makes it - not to mention that he’s looking at Felix, and his brother has a way of sensing when Robin is being ingenuine. (Idly, Robin muses that if he truly wishes to be a good actor, he should probably start with figuring out how to actually get Felix to buy a lie from him…. Nah, maybe magic is in the world, but some feats still feel wholly impossible.)<br/><br/>“Yeah, I had an audition… of sorts.” Robin is not sure whether it should be more or less deflating to be quickly sorted away by what look the director wants for the cast that day. Whatever it was this morning, he didn’t seem to have what it took. No, not even to simply be in the background in hopes of being selected to be one of those<em>super</em>special extras-with-lines.<br/><br/>”They were… concerned that with my leading man smile and great acting acumen I’d likely upstage the likes of Michael C. Hall, though, so they sent me home.” Robin sighs into his cup, trying to exchange any lingering feelings of defeat with the aroma of coffee. He lets his eyes refocus from Felix to Elle. She looks like she’s expecting… something, and for the first time in some time he feels wordless around her. ”I had an audition.” Reflecting words back at people sometimes felt like a way to not look like his mind suddenly has gone blank with anxiety. Robin tried not to consider how effective it is, as it just would be a reason to get more anxious.<br/><br/>CJ and Bully of course are close at hand, and even though Robin tells himself not to acknowledge Bully’s commentary, which clearly makes CJ uncomfortable, he instead hears himself say, ”I’m doing a load of whites later if you have anything you want to give me anything to throw in.” Robin blinks once trying to exorcize his own mind of intruding thoughts that he suspects will make CJ no more comfortable than some of Bully’s commentary. He glances at Fellow, furrowing a brow as the mummy seems to be retreating further back into the room. It’s tempting to make him talk to Bully, to try and condition him into thinking the so-called threatening member of the household isn’t that bad. Then again, Robin realizes that his parents often did the same thing with him and strangers and it usually did no good.<br/><br/>”Sure, I’ll take some eggs. Uh.. maybe not the toast, though, thanks.” Oh, but he wants some toast. He wants the hell out of some toast. If only he had not heard that snitty agent talking about how any self-respecting actor or actress in Miami had already sworn off bread for life. That’s right, contrary to the room’s popular belief, the true threat to civilization did not lie with forces in Colorado threatening to wipe humans off the map for their eco-deconstructive ways. No, the final form of evil is, apparently, a loaf of sandwich bread.<br/><br/>”Anyone have any plans for the day?” Robin feels exhausted. He does not want to do anything but sleep after six straight days of working, but admitting that feels like conceding defeat in some way. It does not help that CJ is sweating and looking all active while Elle’s energy is causing her to almost float through the kitchen. At least Felix looks a bit closer to how Robin still feels. ”The County Fair is going on and admission is cheap.” He adds as an afterthought, ”Work also gave me some comp tickets to the pride festival if we wanted.” The truth is Robin thought that the pride festival might do Felix some good after hearing the shit their parents gave him for transitioning. Unfortunately, he also suspected that CJ would immediately crawl under a rock, if he went at all… and Bully wouldn’t let that one go for weeks.<br/><br/>