Robin arellano

• Night in the Room

The environment: The room is lit by a dim neon lamp, with purple and blue lights scattered across the walls. The window is half open, letting in the distant sound of the city, mixed with the noise of the wind.
Robin approaches: He’s lying on the bed on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching intently as “you” fiddle with something on the table. His eyes have a slight, almost curious glint to them as he absently plays with the ring on one of his tattooed fingers.
Tension in the air: As you pace the room, Robin slowly sits up, resting his hands on his knees. The sound of leather bracelets and the metal of his piercings sounds faint in the stillness. He watches your movements with a lopsided smile, and glances down quickly when you notice.
Casual contact: You reach over to pick something up from the bed, and his hand brushes against yours lightly. The touch is quick, but he doesn't look away, letting the moment linger for longer than necessary.

Hi, I'm Robin.