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legionworld2017-02-02 07:39 pm
walkingballpit) wrote in legionworld2017-02-02 07:39 pm
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Excuse me while I tend to how I feel
Who| Robbie Baldwin and Richard Rider
What| Frands. Also just checking in that the other is okay.
Where| Robbie's room, because that's where you find Robbie.
When| The morning before the post SH movie night? ish.
Warnings/Notes| There will probably be updates for this, but for now CW: discussion of mental health.
Robbie is actively appearing to be inactively alone. That is to say, he is making a concerted effort to give the appearance of not being holed up in his room when he has basically been holed up in his room, still.
He's made an appearance for 5 meals in the mess in the past 36 hours, for example. He's being chatty on the omnicom. Robbie isn't sure how to spin sarcastic, negative comments, but he's sure there's a way. Something about feeling comfortable enough to rock the boat, to not be desperate to please.
Heck, he even has the door to his room jammed open for that too-cool-for-this-dorm vibe. Drop in, he's got some wicked tunes playing so come in and hang, dude. It would probably work better if he didn't sit so far from the door or if the lights weren't so dim, but... the door is open. Therefore, he is not being antisocial.
That will be something to tell Dr. Ryk'rr, when he sees her again in a few days. He'll let her call it progress.
What| Frands. Also just checking in that the other is okay.
Where| Robbie's room, because that's where you find Robbie.
When| The morning before the post SH movie night? ish.
Warnings/Notes| There will probably be updates for this, but for now CW: discussion of mental health.
Robbie is actively appearing to be inactively alone. That is to say, he is making a concerted effort to give the appearance of not being holed up in his room when he has basically been holed up in his room, still.
He's made an appearance for 5 meals in the mess in the past 36 hours, for example. He's being chatty on the omnicom. Robbie isn't sure how to spin sarcastic, negative comments, but he's sure there's a way. Something about feeling comfortable enough to rock the boat, to not be desperate to please.
Heck, he even has the door to his room jammed open for that too-cool-for-this-dorm vibe. Drop in, he's got some wicked tunes playing so come in and hang, dude. It would probably work better if he didn't sit so far from the door or if the lights weren't so dim, but... the door is open. Therefore, he is not being antisocial.
That will be something to tell Dr. Ryk'rr, when he sees her again in a few days. He'll let her call it progress.
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It's not the same as actually being okay, but he knows that every little bit of progress Robbie has made and will make is...it's a process.
So, in he comes with a vaguely-cheese pizza, and a six pack (of soda, instead of alcohol, since he doesn't know Robbie's gone on any medication). Pizza solves most ills and he went down to Earth for this one, to get it from an actual pizza parlor in NNYC, one of the few in existence that still knows how to do a proper New York crust.
He flops on Robbie's weird goo bean bag chair.
"Hey. I got 'cheese'--" Quotey fingers, because the cheese is a lie. "--on one side and jalapenos on the other."
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Oh hell, it's Rich.
The wonderful thing about friends is that they know you. It's also the terrible thing. The act doesn't work as well (or... at all) on people that know him. Like how no one can confuse the B-Street Band for Springsteen and the E-Street Band. It's close, but... Robbie won't try as hard to convince Rich of how swell he is feeling today, boy howdy.
"Wish you'd've said something before I ate dinner. Those things that look like koosh balls and taste like fruit punch laffy taffy are surprisingly filling." He had eaten two of them. "I've been promised they're actually vegetables. I'll take a drink though?"
He holds his hands out to catch the drink, which he expects to be tossed. Robbie doesn't care what it is - it's just important to share. There's no worry about beer, because the last few minutes of his appointment yesterday featured his outright refusal to consider medication and eventual promise to revisit the topic. For now, he is himself.