god, this stuff really gets boring after a while. robin's mindlessly twisting her rings when eddie speaks up, and there is some suspicion in the slow raise of her brows but -- she sits forward, knuckles bridging.
"okay, not weird at all. go for it. /off/ the record."
it's never over.
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— I'm supergirl
And I'm here to save the world
But I wanna know
Who's gonna save me?
Eleven “Jane” Hopper
the superhero. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome. Pre-s5 AU.
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tell me that i'm wrong.
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to be seen.
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— heel to descend to the basement, it’s a miracle she doesn’t trip over herself.
…what the hell was that?
— i do. no problem.” she’s following nancy out, because there’s only one way downstairs, and she feels even weirder tracing her steps down. they have to part there, and robin lifts two fingers to her forehead in a mock salute.
“see you down there, wheeler.” and she’s spinning so quick on her —
robin frowns, puzzlement briefly flickering across her features because — frankly, it’s usually /her/ getting all flustered over nothing. and she does feel her ears burn with the brush of fingertips against hers, but her reaction is drawn more from confusion than /embarrassment/.
“uhh, yep, —
— routine differently than women.
a blink, and then an eye roll, tipping her head back against the headrest of the chair to squint at eddie from her peripheral. “yeah. and you are…/not/?” brow arch.
robin scrunches her face up, one of her hands raising as if to say ‘dude, /what/?’ “steve doesn’t have /curls/, he has farrah fawcett infused locks that don’t even move until he washes it out.”
she’s yanking on his chain, just a bit. she /has/ always been curious if guys view their perm —
— whatever she gets, and a quick grin pulls at her lips as nancy relents.
“sounds good to me. and i /promise/, you can go right back to your writing stuff when it’s over. i…could even help, if you want? not that you need it, but—“
robin shifts her weight from foot to foot, watching the micro expressions flicker across nancy’s face. she knows her work is important to her, but … she also knows she has a habit of burrowing into it until it’s /finished/, hours or days later.
she doesn’t want to force her. but she /will/ take —
hey, she’s no peeper. whatever angst he’s writing is his business alone.
as for /this/ . . . of course he’s going to be difficult. her eyes roll, a quiet scoff to match as she bumps her shoe into his shin. “your curl routine.” which is a joke in itself. “what is it?”
― i figured you might be up for a little break?" she lifts the offered items again, movie case title faced forward now: back to the future.
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she answers the smile with a bright, crooked one of her own, and gratefully ducks into the room with a quick glance around. nancy looked busy, as always.
"oh, only for the day," robin blinks, turning back 'round to face the other girl with a sheepish arch of shoulders. "i mean, if you'll allow. ―
"i did," brows raise as she tips the bottle back for a sip, and she...feels a /little/ bad, honestly, but she hadn't heard a direct 'do not enter,' so . . .
"aren't you supposed to have like, super hearing and stuff now? also, you didn't answer my question." she's testing his attention span.
plopping down next to @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social with a root beer, kicking her boots up onto the table. "so, what's your curl routine?"
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she got away.
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laughing until our ribs get tough.
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REACH FROM THE OTHER SIDE
• a solo •
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oh please, don't drop me home.
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"oh, shit," and she squints, like she hadn't noticed the injury before. too focused on the punchline of her joke.
leaning forward, she extends a finger to prod at his busted nose. heathen. "wait, you're serious? good ole prince charming got knocked out by the damsel? not so distressed, i see."
― munson."
/god,/ she thinks. how lucky she is to have these people in her life.
― short and quiet but pulling her lips wide, bright eyes finding eddie's leveled gaze. she laughs again, like a giggle she can't quite stifle in the church pews.
"oh. so, you were judging /my/ taste, when you were out there with the most predictable crush by a /mile/? that's crazy work, ―
― speechless a moment longer, hackles slowly coming back down, something quiet and warm unweaving that mess of /badness/ tangled behind her sternum.
robin sits back in her chair, cheeks puffing out with an exhale as she drums her fingers just once on either armrest, and then -- a chuckle, ―
― metalhead, dungeons and dragons loving, back-from-the-goddamn-dead-as-a-vampire eddie munson that's carefully extending a hand, an olive branch across the divide of their small-minded town with the same casualty of /throwing a die at her/.
well...don't say robin never had a feeling.
she's ―
― hawkins high propped across from her, and she's spilling her bandaged heart out in a way she never has before, anxiety all twisted up in a knot in her chest, and steve says /oh/ and she feels like she might crack apart like porcelain.
but it's eddie munson across from her this time. it's ―
