<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/>It was official. He had already moved in and unpacked all of his stuff. Now he was faced with the ultimate question: was it noble to pursue his dreams, or were Robin’s parents right in their disappointment when he predictably turned his back on college and instead aspired to live the life of an actor?<br/><br/>It wasn’t that Robin imagined things would come easy. If anything, Robin tried to be blunt with himself when considering prospects: he hadn’t forgotten, after all, pursuing summer camp across multiple state lines in the hopes of a wild romance with a cute boy. That… Well, it didn’t end<em>badly</em>, fortunately, but Robin was reminded quickly that life was a lot more complicated than fantasy.<br/><br/>Robin was prepared for reality this time - even if it was reality mixed with a dose of lingering magic. He could tell at least some of his roommates were still waking up as he returned home. There was a filming of a new season of Dexter: New Blood, and Robin had to be at Crandon Beach at seven in the morning if he wanted the hope of being chosen as an extra; it was obvious given the time of his return that it was a failed effort. Robin tried to rationalize that it was for the best - he’d been working the last six nights serving food to barking tourists, and every muscle in his feet and back felt tense. Robin could use the rest. Still, it didn’t feel like good fortune.<br/><br/>He could hear the rustling of Elle and Felix, and that was enough for him to leave that nest undisturbed. He sucked in a breath at the question of what CJ might be doing; given the never-quite-closed space between him and the athlete over the summer, Robin had done his best to steel himself for the potential of a morning where it was clear that CJ had not slept alone. He told himself it would not bother him, but oh - it would. It definitely would.<br/><br/>”How are you doing, Fellow?” Robin checked in on the mummy who was still lounging in his bed, enjoying the slow morning that Robin’s desire to be on screen had denied him. ”Bully treating you okay?” The stuffed mummy gave a ginger nod. Fellow had not exactly been Bully’s greatest fan at camp, but Robin suspected that had everything to do with his own pining for Bully’s keeper. They’d get used to each other now, right?<br/><br/>Robin dismissed Fellow to the plushies desire for more napping, instead opting to make some coffee since he had no hopes of returning to sleep while he lingered over every decision that may have cost him a role. The Maxwell House wasn’t exactly the fancy beans he grew up smelling in his parents house, but it would likely keep him awake and help him ignore how sore he was, and for the moment that was enough of a panacea for him.<br/>