<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.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>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Down River</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em> Ellie | CJ/Bully</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The fact that Ellie had fallen back on the fact that Colorado was<em>cheaper</em>twice hadn’t been lost on Robin. His parents weren’t poor and they weren’t rich, so it had admittedly taken him some time to really acknowledge that people he knew might exist on the far ends of that spectrum – it made him wonder how many times the girl that once bullied him might have gone without a meal the previous night. It wasn’t as if enough had changed between them that he hadn’t already gotten over their initial interactions, but it still… it put Ellie’s once-cruelty in a strange context.<br/><br/>When Fellow seems to get a bit more emboldened by something - maybe Ellie’s words, the conversation change, or perhaps Robin’s own thoughtfulness - Robin takes advantage of the situation by lowering his shoulder, causing Fellow to slide down his arm and be more exposed to Ellie and Mr. Pringles. The purple mummy sniffs towards the latter, reaching a hand out, as if debating waking up his fellow animated plushie. Robin pulls his arm that is doubling as a bridge back, seeming to dissuade that idea. Still, he lightly laughs. ”Easy there, sounds like he - and Ellie - have had a rough night of it already.” Adding with some thoughtfulness, ”At least they seem to get along well. Fellow is shy but seems..  Mostly okay with the new company. Except Bully.” Robin’s forehead creases a bit, wondering if that apparent uneasiness has absolutely nothing to do with the bull at all and instead the fact the plushie associates the crass bull with CJ, whom has certainly managed to stomp around on Robin’s feelings several times during the camp so far.<br/><br/>When Fellow stays quiet in the wake of Ellie’s question, and instead looks up to Robin as if wanting him to use his voice, the plushie’s keeper concedes. He knows what it’s like to have people speak for him - not pleasant - but he also knows what it’s like to have everyone staring at you, and that your lack of words are stopping the world around you. Everyone is waiting. ”His name’s Fellow,” Robin concedes with a slight bite to his lip, adding, ”I miiight have heard everyone talking about Pharaohs as a kid and not understood it was two different words. It might have stuck.”<br/><br/>It’s Robin’s turn to be tongue-tied when Ellie turns the question of her dad’s around on him. “No- I mea- not that,” Robin swallows, somehow knowing he’s being played with, and somehow that knowledge doesn’t quite free him from the question trap.<br/><br/>”I’m pretty sure to the relief of everyone, I’m not your mom’s type.” Robin finally chokes out, avoiding Ellie’s eyes. He considers making a joke about not putting Jack Daniels in his morning coffee or anything, but thinks better of it.<br/>