<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, Felix</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Robin half-holds a breath, letting it out in a slow and measured manner between slightly parted lips. Felix is a difficult subject, and speaking of him in this way feels strange. Given how their parents were, Robin wasn’t about ready to tell Felix that he needed a moment to adjust to the<em>new him,</em>In some ways this was Robin’s own secret struggle, though one he was tentatively sharing with… well, ironically someone that he once felt the urge to get away from. Not anymore, though. ”It’s… I mean it’s great. I think what Felix is doing… did… is great. It’s.. kind of like watching someone you care about make changes in their life, though, you know?”<br/><br/>Robin blinks; he’s not actually sure he knows, let alone if Ellie does. It’s the best analogy he has, though. ”It’s like… ‘do what makes you happy, but not what doesn’t because I think you’re great the way you are’? But I’ll think you are great in other ways, too… Like… I mean, if my parents told me I wasn’t being man enough, Felix would be all over them. I just don’t want… I want Felix to be himself, whatever that is. And I guess sometimes I have some impressions for that, which I’m not sure are correct or not because… well.. Because the past. And I just don’t want him hurting himself by having a.. specific idea of how he<em>should</em>be.”<br/><br/>This was getting complicated… convoluted, or maybe just intimidating because the last thing Robin wanted was to come across as anything but pleased with his brother finding out who he was.<br/><br/>Robin sighs slightly, drifting into listening, only slightly startling when Ellie breaks the laws of everything natural by causing the rock to fly back into her hand. ”Show off! He laughs, but not really meaning the accusation; if anything he studies Ellie’s fingers and that rock. He’d become more accustomed to his newfound abilities than anyone else’s yet, and while he was starting to come to grips with the fact that he could have icy breath and use tools that really weren’t there… well, somehow everything everyone<em>else</em>could do still somehow seemed completely weird and fantastical<br/><br/>Rob takes the opportunity since it’s become a subject to slide his pack off, leaning against a tree to momentarily check on the purple mummy. ”Things going okay in there?” He asks down, glancing at the wide-eyed plush-formed creature who peers up at him.  Slowly, a bandaged hand forms a thumbs up.<br/><br/>Glancing over at Ellie, he offers a slight smile, ”He can talk, you know. Maybe we can get him comfortable and talking to you soon. He’s a bit like… well, like I used to be.” Robin feels an odd and awkward blush coming to his cheeks at the peculiar reminder of the past.<br/><br/>.<br/>