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robin frowns, puzzlement briefly flickering across her features because — frankly, it’s usually /her/ getting all flustered over nothing. and she does feel her ears burn with the brush of fingertips against hers, but her reaction is drawn more from confusion than /embarrassment/. “uhh, yep, —

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robin scrunches her face up, one of her hands raising as if to say ‘dude, /what/?’ “steve doesn’t have /curls/, he has farrah fawcett infused locks that don’t even move until he washes it out.” she’s yanking on his chain, just a bit. she /has/ always been curious if guys view their perm —

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robin shifts her weight from foot to foot, watching the micro expressions flicker across nancy’s face. she knows her work is important to her, but … she also knows she has a habit of burrowing into it until it’s /finished/, hours or days later. she doesn’t want to force her. but she /will/ take —

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hey, she’s no peeper. whatever angst he’s writing is his business alone. as for /this/ . . . of course he’s going to be difficult. her eyes roll, a quiet scoff to match as she bumps her shoe into his shin. “your curl routine.” which is a joke in itself. “what is it?”

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she answers the smile with a bright, crooked one of her own, and gratefully ducks into the room with a quick glance around. nancy looked busy, as always. "oh, only for the day," robin blinks, turning back 'round to face the other girl with a sheepish arch of shoulders. "i mean, if you'll allow. ―

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"i did," brows raise as she tips the bottle back for a sip, and she...feels a /little/ bad, honestly, but she hadn't heard a direct 'do not enter,' so . . . "aren't you supposed to have like, super hearing and stuff now? also, you didn't answer my question." she's testing his attention span.

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plopping down next to @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social with a root beer, kicking her boots up onto the table. "so, what's your curl routine?"

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robin buckley. @rocknrbin.bsky.social · 07/12/2025

knock, knock, on @walkemwheeler.bsky.social's doorway with the back of her hand -- she's hefting a movie case and microwave popcorn bag in offering.

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imagine being gay in this day and age. crazy.

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eddie munson. @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 07/12/2025

REACH FROM THE OTHER SIDE • a solo • www.tumblr.com/withswiftien...

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"oh, shit," and she squints, like she hadn't noticed the injury before. too focused on the punchline of her joke. leaning forward, she extends a finger to prod at his busted nose. heathen. "wait, you're serious? good ole prince charming got knocked out by the damsel? not so distressed, i see."

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there's a beat where robin truly has /no/ idea what eddie is on about -- which, really, isn't all that uncommon. irony is a taste she knows well. she's too caught up in the whiplash of conversation, in the familiar distaste that scrunches up her face whenever someone assumes her and steve are ―

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"keepin' you on your toes, harrington. you've got to stay alert these days." tongue-in-cheek, a poorly stifled chuckle cracks from her lips. kicking her boots up onto the bar of his chair. "doing anything more interesting than worrying about your farrah fawcett supply?" okay, she's bored.

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robin buckley. @rocknrbin.bsky.social · 02/12/2025

flicks the back of @kingofpcin.bsky.social’s head as she settles into the seat next to him.

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she can practically hear the snare set in the lull of conversation, and the longer eddie drags, the more tense she becomes. has he lost interest in his favored game of poking the bear already? or is he scoping her out for the optimized hunt? CRUNCH. razor wire snaps around robin’s ankle. her —

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robin buckley. @rocknrbin.bsky.social · 30/11/2025

“believe me, i have /no/ interest in … /biting necks/—“ disgust spasms into something else, a spike of not quite /fear/, but something unnerved in her gut, breath catching in her ribs. and it has nothing to do with eddie’s vampirism. it should be the least of her concerns, given everything. —

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|| bluesky please free me from hell </3

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a deadpan expression claims her visage as she looks at him, reaching to pluck the d20 between her fingers. “last i checked, the wind doesn’t have a bad perm or baby fangs.” and the die is shot back toward eddie. god forbid a girl takes a little cat nap on the job.

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it hits her directly between the eyes, because, she’s UNCOORDINATED. lifts her chin from the table and rubs at her forehead, throwing up her other hand; “what the hell, munson?”

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eddie munson. @mxsterofstrings.bsky.social · 20/06/2025

don’t sound too ecstatic, or anything.

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༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🎸 eddie munson leader of the hellfire club. freak. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome. ♡+ ↺

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Demona Lewis @lacedupmetal.bsky.social · 21/06/2025

༄ Mr. Charming Did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming In nocturnal rapport Summer Elizabeth Lewis Demona the outcast. #strangerthingsrp. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. banter and other interactions welcome. ♡+ ↺

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steve harrington. @kingofpcin.bsky.social · 25/07/2025

༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ steve harrington. the babysitter. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome. ♡+ ↺

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nancy wheeler. @walkemwheeler.bsky.social · 29/11/2025

༄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 💥 nancy wheeler walk 'em down wheeler. #strangerthings. walking the threads of #corneliastreet. banter and other interactions welcome. ♡+ ↺

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