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#the dream social interaction

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY Gregory Eddie and Caleb Hill -> 4x07 Winter Show

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open to anyone (anywhere suitable at the locals' week event at the santa monica pier).

"i just think you're, you know... okay, you know you're a very beautiful girl. you don't need me to tell you that. but that's not why i like you. i mean, you're just..." robin sighs as he looks down, carrying a bouquet of flowers. "i like talking to you, and i feel a connection, honestly. i feel like this could really be something... maybe, but also, we can take things super slow..."

his little soliloquy is interrupted by a text from the young woman that's been occupying his thoughts. sorry, she's written. i don't think i can make it to locals' week there. btw, you're sweet, but tbh i realized i just can't do long-distance. los angeles is just sooo far from me. amping ♡ and have a fun week! robin's face falls, and even moreso when he realizes he's been blabbering in the presence of someone else. "um, how much of that did you hear?" he asks sheepishly, feeling an ungodly mix of heartbreak and embarrassment. "i was just... i was, ummm, practicing lines... for an audition." as discreetly as he can (not that discreetly), he tosses the bouquet to the side.

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"um, i don't know, but it is a thing. i found a thai recipe for it, so thank you, thailand, maybe?" robin asks, "does dream bubble take suggestions?"

“ ... boba coffee? since when and where?”

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robin tries not to literally start shaking out of excitement. oh, he tries. (but he is, a bit.) "buy as little or as many as you like," he says, trying to match the other guy's cool demeanor. "just as long as you tell other people about it, tell them where you got the product, it's all good. we can even put your photo in our restaurant." he hands emery a brochure that robin totally didn't spend hours on. "do you mind if i take a photo of you with the tub as well? or maybe a short video? it's just for our social media accounts."

he scoops up a spoonful and takes a slow, thoughtful bite. his expression stays neutral at first, but then their eyes widen slightly as the flavor sinks in. he glances at robin, spoon still in his mouth, before finally pulling it out with a nod. " this is actually really good... dangerously good. " he takes another bite, savoring it a little longer this time. " how many of these do I have to buy before your family considers me an official brand ambassador? "

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"yeah," he says, trying to laugh it off. he lets the sparkling synth-pop instrumental continue playing, a throwback to some of those dreamy 2010s songs from his childhood. "i wish i had a better vocalist for this kind of song. my falsetto can only take me so far. but even without vocals, it sounds so dreamy, right? i think this song would be so good if you wanted to put them in one of your film projects..." it's pretty clear that robin is desperate to boost his résumé. but is that such a bad thing? that's what everyone does in los angeles.

she blinks, momentarily startled— not by the crack of his voice, but by the way he reacts to it, as if the universe just served him the biggest betrayal. "heeey, it's no big deal! happens to all of us all the time," a reassuring smile follows. "besides, if you didn't point it out, i probably wouldn't have even noticed."

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"if i only have one friend, explain this." robin showed the other various pics on his phone of himself recently, hanging out with friends. "ah, dammit. this probably makes me seem like even more of a loser..."

“...vibes?  duh.”

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robin was about to hand his phone to her when he remembered something. "wait, wait. i have an idea..." he opened tiktok and found a dance trend tutorial video. "i was thinking of doing this, but i'm shy... can you do it with me? i can crop you out later; it's just so i don't feel so embarrassed about doing it in public." he was a good dancer, but he was scared he'd look stupid. "i can do it by myself, though. it's fine." he supposed he'd just have to be brave.

ayumi  rolled  her  eyes  fondly,  crossing  her  arms.  honestly.  “oh,  shush,”  she  said,  “there’s  nothing  wrong  with  being  a  little  vain.  you  should  have  more  confidence—not  just  because  it’s  your  birthday  today.”  she  held  out  a  hand,  fingers  wiggling  expectantly.  “come  on,  give  me  your  phone.  i  take  good  pictures.  you  can  even  post  them  later,  make  your  instagram  feed  look  nice  and  everything.”

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🧍🏻‍♂️ ... a pause. "one? why?"

“umm...  like, one?”

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Robin was beyond mortified when the brunette spoke to him. "No, no!" he said, cheeks turning even redder as he frantically tried to explain. "I wasn't referring to myself as a cool bad boy. It was more of an instruction, a direction for myself. That was just the vibe I was going for. Sorry." Any illusion that he might've managed to create about himself was probably now completely shattered. Cool bad boys were not this apologetic or easily flustered. "Thanks," he said when she greeted him. "Um... feeling my what? Is that a good thing?"

Luciana had her sunglasses on and she was looking at her phone but then she heard 'cool bad boy' and she was stopped in her tracks. She looked over to the side where the sound came from and she couldn't help bit giggle. "I'm sorry, what? That's actually wild. I don't know if I've ever heard someone refer to themselves as that." She laughed a bit while covering her mouth and then nodded. "Alright, well happy birthday. There's nothing wrong with feeling your oats." @rcbines

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"your words, not mine," quips robin. "i think that's just because you haven't tried authentic filipino mango ice cream." he takes out his tub of exclusive win diner homemade mango ice cream and goes, "ta-da. well, actually, we just made it here in los angeles, but it's my dad's recipe and he grew up in the philippines, so... maybe this will be a real refreshing, tropical experience?" he's hoping so. robin's been trying his best to promote his family's products and survey people about them.

emery hums, considering the question like it’s something deeply profound. “mango ice cream ? ” they echo, tapping a finger against their chin. “yeah, once. thought it was gonna be all refreshing and tropical, but it was kinda… i don’t know, too sweet ? why ? you about to tell me I have terrible taste?”

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robin really hates having to make a decision, especially when he has to do it on the spot. so, even though it's so dumb, he finds himself spitting out, "uh... i don't know. i'm colorblind..." he's kicking himself for the lie, but he can't stop. "all of these shades to me, they look like red. um, i'm just here to support my... friend." please don't ask questions, please don't ask questions, he's begging in his mind.

open starter / location: random nail bar

"which colour do you think i should go for?" jaya asks the other, looking down at her choices. she loved getting her nails painted, jaya always felt a little more confident whenever she left the shop, "i was thinkin' of maybe getting some cute flowers, like daisies on there too, for some spring vibes or has that been done to death?".

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closed starter for @notbythemccn (danny)

"so, i just found out that boba coffee is a thing..."

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robin is trying his best not to say shut up. that would be rude as fuck. but he is, well, he's trying so hard to lock in, and the girl's chattering is making it a little difficult. focusing on the vase he's making, he mutters, "if it happens, it happens. not a big deal." that's all he can really think to say right now. his vase is coming along nicely, and he's not gonna be able to take his own advice if it falls apart; he'd probably be upset.

loc: studio harbor

the idea came to her while she was lying down in bed, scrolling mindlessly through tiktok late on a wednesday night. the video was simple—an insanely pretty girl dressed in black, molding clay like it was the easiest thing in the world. huh, looks interesting. and that was how she ended up registering for a pottery class that weekend. now, seated in front of the wheel, sleeves pushed up and a streak of clay already on her cheek, she cracks her knuckles like she’s about to win something. “alright, let’s see if i’m a natural.” she pauses, glancing over to the person next to her. “what are the odds this thing collapses in the next five minutes?”

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open to anyone (location is flexible, but this starter takes place around march 13)

robin takes selfies on his phone camera, trying out a few different poses and expressions. smiling, "cool bad boy," peace sign, etc. when he realizes the other's presence, though, he freezes. "i'm sorry, i'm not..." he coughs, trying to maintain a chill expression despite the flushed color of his cheeks. "i'm not always this vain, i promise." in fact, most of the photos he took on his phone didn't include his own face. "today's just a bit special. it's my birthday..."

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closed starter for @loveforsale

"okay, this might seem like a bizarre question, but... just based on vibes, how many friends do you think i have?"

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closed starter for @bluvvone

"have you ever tried mango-flavored ice cream?"

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closed starter for @uponcanvas

it's not even a high note. he doesn't know why his voice cracks. "fuck, i'm so sorry, that was so embarrassing."