Things are...well they're not great. Robin feels like her head's been stuffed full of cotton since Christmas and not even in the fun way. It's made the transition back into university life kind of a pain in the ass. Plus she's been told that someone else from Hawkins is in Darrow, through the grapevine.
There's a coffee place near Darrow High that does mobile orders, thank god. It's always crammed with students but Robin's able to sneak in and out with her drinks. But that's about where her planning ended. What's she gonna do? Robin has no idea if Eleven is even still at school and she knows only vaguely what Eleven looks like when she's not sawing hunks of Mindflayer out of her leg.
She rounds the corner and sees a familiar face dealing with all too familiar frustration. Robin takes a guess.
"My, uh. My phone drove me crazy too, the first time I got it."
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There's a coffee place near Darrow High that does mobile orders, thank god. It's always crammed with students but Robin's able to sneak in and out with her drinks. But that's about where her planning ended. What's she gonna do? Robin has no idea if Eleven is even still at school and she knows only vaguely what Eleven looks like when she's not sawing hunks of Mindflayer out of her leg.
She rounds the corner and sees a familiar face dealing with all too familiar frustration. Robin takes a guess.
"My, uh. My phone drove me crazy too, the first time I got it."