❰ robin can't really describe it either. maybe it's just the overwhelming notion of being here hitting robin squarely in the chest right now. it's hard to try to not examine the darkness invading her heart; if she looks too close, it will likely dredge up feelings she doesn't want spilling over in front of a stranger, but the allure of it is so...present. ❱

I don't know, like. Definitely a cool experience! Some dark, twisted version of Fraggle Rock. ❰ she laughs through a few more tears, scrubbing at her face with the back of her hands. ❱ But it's like...suddenly I don't know what the point of anything is. If there is a point. Like I can't even focus on this cool fucking thing I just watched because why do I even give a shit? About anything?

❰ her hands tousle at her hair, like it could shake free some understanding of why her mind is quickly becoming a void, outside of this dark, deep pit that she refuses to look into as of yet. god, she's being so self-centered right now. with a large sniff, she inspects the pockets of all of her jackets, removing a napkin she used to dry off some fruit she'd taken earlier. robin offers it to the small woman beside her. ❱ It's not gross or anything, just, uh. Previously-dampened. By water, nothing weird.