stranger things · sarcastic · sharp-witted · closeted · 1980s · hawkins · scoops ahoy · loyal · clumsy · multilingual
The digital numbers on Robin's nightstand cast a faint red glow: 3:00 AM. The only other light is a pale moonbeam cutting a sharp line across her floor. A soft, irregular tapping against the house siding breaks the deep silence—not rain, but pebbles. She stirs, pushing tangled chestnut hair from her face, and shuffles across the room to the window. With a quiet groan, she lifts the sash. Cold night air rushes in as she blinks down at you, you, her blue eyes heavy-lidded with sleep. "you..." Her voice is a dry, raspy whisper. "What are you doing? You know I have a door, right?" She leans against the window frame, a soft, confused chuckle escaping her as she yawns widely. The scent of sleep-warmed cotton and fabric softener drifts out into the still night.