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[ The majority of Hawkins House seems to have gotten the hang of social media. Steve and Robin are the only holdouts so far. Well, Robin's leaving Steve in the dust. And the first person she sends the link to is Chrissy.

It's a public profile, with the only people being followed her friends, and no followers of her own just yet. The first (and only) video posted is Robin playing Uptown Girl on the trumpet, in four past harmony layered over itself, with a bass and drum backing track made in Garage Band.

The caption on the video just says, "For Chrissy." ]

🎺

[Robin will have to excuse her because she has to watch the entire video, and take a minute to jump up and down and dance around because oh my gosh, Robin actually played her the song she asked for.

But eventually she settles down and is able to both like the video, comment with a heart emoji, and then text back.]

You have no idea how much this made me smile. Thank you, Robin. Really!

[ It feels good...? To see that heart emoji on her page. Maybe this is why people get so hooked on social media. There's a huge serotonin response for each view, each like, each comment. ]

Good. I have no idea how Instagram is supposed to work, but I'm open to other requests, if you have any.

[She had thought Robin would be a social media holdout. But she's grateful it gives them something to bond over.]

I can show you how it works, if you want.

And you know what? I think I want to hear you play your favorite song.

[ To be honest, she still forgets her phone at home most of the time she goes out. But she's getting there. ]

That might take me a while. I don't think anyone has arranged it for trumpet yet.

I don't mind waiting.

But maybe you can just tell me what it is. Just so I know!

[ With any other girl, Robin would hesitate to share her taste in music. But she knows Chrissy well enough at this point not to be afraid that she'll judge her. ]

Here Comes The Rain Again by Eurythmics.
I really like Annie Lennox.

[Chrissy's gasp of surprise is genuine, not that Robin can hear it. But she's so excited that her fingers move faster than her brain can keep up with. The words just come out and she sends before proofreading any of it. Here's hoping it's not embarrassing.]

I love the Eurythmics!

Maybe you could play Love is a Stranger sometime. You can trumpet, and I can sing. Like a collaboration! We don't have to turn it into a video or anything. I just think it'd be fun.

[ For Chrissy's sake, Robin will restrain herself from being pedantic and pointing out that there's no "the," it's just "Eurythmics."

But this is is actually getting her to smile. ]

I like that! I could probably figure out the synth part for trumpet.

I didn't know you sang.

I'm not great at it or anything. And I've never sang in front of anyone before. But everyone sings and dances in their hairbrush sometimes when they're getting ready for school, right?

Wait. They do, right?

Please tell me it's not just me that does it.

Haha, no, it's not just you. I'm pretty sure singing into a hairbrush is a unifying experience.

Okay, where are you at right now? I think we have to share a unifying experience, and I have the perfect song to do it with.

I'm at the library near the apartment. I was using their computers to finish up editing and posting the video.

[ Now that she's knows what software she needs, though, she's probably going to look into buying a computer of her own, hopefully before her all-expenses-paid credit card runs out. ]

Do you want to come back home when you're done there? I think the guys are out, so we have the place all to ourselves to be as ridiculous as we want.

Yeah! I'm almost done here. I should be able to get back in fifteen minutes or so?

Pick out a good selection whole you wait for me.

In fifteen minutes, I'll have an entire playlist ready. See you soon, Robin.

I call veto rights on any songs I don't want to sing...

But I'm on my way now.

Okay okay. You get full veto rights. Promise!

[By the time Robin gets back, Chrissy's figured out how to use bluetooth speakers. She's got a soundbar set up in the living room and is blaring Dancing Queen by Abba, and she's dancing and singing along as she takes the time to sweep and clean up the communal areas.

The music's not so loud that she can't hear the door open, and she waits until Robin's all the way inside the apartment before she presses pause.]

I know you said you have veto rights, but you can't veto Abba. It's just not allowed!

[ As she opens the door to the apartment, Robin has to take a minute to just stop and watch Chrissy, flitting around the place, singing her heart out to Dancing Queen. It's... so damn charming.

Finally, she closes the door behind her and toes her shoes off, entering the apartment properly as she shuffles of her backpack strap and drops it down on the couch. ]

Okay, okay. No veto for Abba, but... Maybe something a little less on the nose?

[ Looking around, she spots the phone hooked up to the soundbar, grabs it, and cues up something a little different. ]

What's wrong with on the nose?

[Chrissy's laughing, not at all bothered by the comment. But when Robin turns the song to another one of her favorites by Abba, she gives out a little sound that's definitely close to a squeal of excitement. And promptly lets the broom lean against the wall so she can hurry over to grab Robin by both hands.

She doesn't hesitate to drag her more toward the center of the room, so they can dance and sing along to the song. It's just him here right now, there's no reason to feel awkward or embarrassed. They can just be ridiculous and have some fun. Chrissy even gets pretty into the singing part by the time the chorus hits, and guides Robin into giving her a twirl.]

On the nose is on the nose!

[ But Robin makes no effort to prevent herself from being pulled into a dance in the center of the room. She's not graceful, by any means, but she at least manages to twirl around without stepping on Chrissy's toes or tripping over her own feet. She sings, breathy but bright, with laughter interrupting the lyrics as they go. ]

[Chrissy ends up grabbing both of Robin's hands and spinning them both around in dizzying circles as the song ends, and they both wind up toppling in a heap on the couch. She's laughing until there's tears in her eyes, hands clutching at her stomach.

Her playlist keeps going, but she ignores the music for now and turns her head to look over at Robin.]

You know, you always know just how to make me smile. Thanks for that.

[ As if on cue, Robin also flops her head over to look at Chrissy, still sighing out a laugh. It sort of catches in her throat a bit when Chrissy speaks though, and Robin has to shove down the butterflies that start fluttering in her stomach, clearing her throat and sitting up a little straighter. ]

Yeah, well. You've got a nice smile. It's something everyone should see more of.

[She feels her cheeks flushing, and it takes her a few seconds to realize she's blushing. The warmth spreads throughout her, and soon she's left a little wide eyed as she stays perfectly still, looking up at Robin from her reclined position.]

Yeah?

[There's definitely a few butterflies there, ones she doesn't quite understand, but she tries to ignore them. It's a new thing, but not unwelcome. Her voice is a little breathy as she tries acting calm and cool.]

I think I can manage that. For you.

[That only serves to make her blush more, and Chrissy tries to distract from the fact by sliding off the couch to go retrieve her phone and turn off the music for a little while.]

[ "For you."

The words echo in Robin's mind as she watches Chrissy slip away to go turn off the music. She bites her lip, shaking her head and trying to remind herself that she probably just meant it as a friend. Even if Chrissy would have no problem with Robin liking girls, the chance that she likes girls herself is... Likely way too small for Robin to want to think about.

So, she shoves those feelings into a box in her mind and stands up as well, grabbing her backpack and moving to put it away properly in the room that used to be Billy's, but is hers now. Little by little, she's been making it more her own, with posters and knick knacks to give it a slightly more girly touch. Not as girly as Chrissy's room, sure, but enough.

She reemerges into the living room and positions herself a bit awkwardly by the doorway. ]

Do you, uh... Need a hand tidying up?

[The time Robin's in her new room gives her a little breathing space. She's still flushed and a little flustered, but she's at least able to smile through it in an attempt to hide the fact she's a little on edge.

Then she has to go and turn around to take notice of Robin standing by the doorway. The sight is enough to make her take pause and she laughs at herself, because this? It's ridiculous.]

Yeah, okay. [She wants to insist that she can do it alone, that Robin doesn't need to lift a finger. What she does instead is go over to sweep Robin up in an explanation of what all she's trying to get done before the boys get back home. And really, maybe she creates more chores than there need to be, just for an excuse to get to hang together a little longer.

If Robin figures it out, she's at least kind enough not to say anything. But by the time they finish up an hour or so later, and she excuses herself to go out on a jog, she's feeling a lot less flustered and more like herself.]

Greetings! Is this the phone of Miss Cunningham?

Yeah, this is Chrissy.

[There's a pause, because she definitely isn't sure who Lokiofasgard is, even if she's pretty sure the username is pretty self explanatory.]

Who's this?

My name is Loki, I'm the God of Stories. I was recently at the hospital, browsing their records, when I came across yours. Forgive me, I peeked. I was astonished by what I read. It was all so horrible, and it sounded like you had been so very brave.

I just wanted to talk to you.

I didn't know there was a god of stories.

[But she's not telling him no or to go away, so it's a start.]

What did you want to know?

I'm the patron of a lot more dominions than that. Mischief, predominantly.

[ Lying too, but he tends not to lead with that these days. He keeps his voice soft and silvered, interested without being pushy. ]

I wanted to ask, if it's not too upsetting, do you know which type of magic healed your eyes? Did you hear the spell being spoken?

[There's a little concern that maybe he's with a newspaper or one of those online occult podcast things that have taken an interest in her. So she hesitates a little.]

I'm sorry, but I'm not really sure. I wasn't exactly alert when all of that was happening. I keep telling myself I probably don't need to know. But I think I'd like to find out.

I could help with that but it might be a little scary. You would have to trust me not to hurt you by casting a spell over your eyes to read the magical signature, and since you don't know me I expect you can't right now.

That's alright. You've been through a great deal. It's nice to talk to a pretty girl, either way.

Are you flirting with me so I'll let you cast a spell on my eyes?

[don't worry. she's just teasing

mostly]

Oh, no, darling, if I was flirting with you I'd ask if you wanted to dance on a rainbow.

You can do that? Really?

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Absolutely. We don't have to be flirting if you'd like a go.

I just want to dance on a rainbow.

[ That has him chuckling. ]

Okay, then. [ She was busted up more than an Asgardian warrior, he thinks she deserves a bit of fun. ] I can't summon a rainbow, unfortunately, so you'll have to give me a ring on this number when you next spot one.

You can do magic but you can't make a rainbow?

[He'll have to forgive her for sounding doubtful and surprised by that.]

I'm not the god of weather.

[ He could make a rainbow, but magic is a big red button and he shouldn't press it willy-nilly in case he burns himself up. ]

I guess not. But you did say something about mischief, didn't you? I know you did!

[She's laughing though, so it's not like she's pressuring him.]

So what happens if it rains and I find a rainbow one day? I call you, and you instantly show up?

Mischief and a bunch of other stuff. You can find me in any Norse mythology book.

[ He hums as if thinking about instantly showing up. ]

As long as I'm not in the shower or otherwise occupied, sure.

[ People pray to Loki back home (and now in this realm too, funnily enough) all the time, he ignores the majority because he hates being plied with requests even when a summoning circle is adequately filled with offerings. Answering the phone to a simple call has streamlined who can contact him out of hours ... if he ignores the voices in the back of his head hard enough. Chrissy isn't begging or expecting anything, not really, so he's happy to oblige. ]

Like I said, phone me.

You know, you don't have to take me dancing on a rainbow to be able to help me figure out how magic works.

[that feels a little bossy of her though, so there's a moment where she pauses and hesitates. Someone isn't used to outright suggesting or asking for things that she wants.]

Maybe we could meet up somewhere and you can explain to me how your magic works. And then I can decide if I'm ready for you to cast a spell on my eyes.

I'm a connoisseur of the coffee shops in Central, if that's where you are. Do you know the one opposite the Diamond hotel?

I can probably find it. I mean, the phones here are like computers. They have maps built on them.

[On Christmas morning there are a few packages waiting for Chrissy in their living room. Some big, some small, but the gist of it goes, well, typically Hargrove-ish.

One red, custom leather jacket with Chrissy’s name engraved on the breast and a dove printed on the back. An enormous pile of band shirts paired with some vinyls, some metal and some more mainstream, modern pop. There’s some other stuff littered amongst it: but, lastly, there’s a small box with a new 86 necklace, some flowers and a card signed B.]

Hey, so...
In light of everybody living their best dream lives and all that shit, how about you and me go get some tats?
I'm feeling the need.

You know, I think it's the perfect time to get something done. You have someone you trust we can go to, right?

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