Halfway up the stairs from the lobby, Wednesday Afternoon

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin sat to the side, so no one would trip over him, singing.

He was giving serious thought as to whether or not he should stay in Fandom. He'd reached his limit on people not believing he was real. And then the cat food guy had kicked him off the roof. Literally kicked him off. It hadn't hurt, not physically. But there was only so much a frog could take.

[Open, but Emo Frog warning.]

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"Why wouldn't people believe that you exist?" Shilo asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because you're a talking frog?"

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "My old boss at the comic book shop thought I was some kind of toy. Claudia and one of the new girls freak out every time they see me, Maron won't accept it, and Tybalt decided I was a figment of his imagination, and kicked me off the roof." He sounded like he might cry by the end of that.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Oh Robin." She opened her arms in the classic "if you need a hug I'm right here" gesture. "I'm so sorry."

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

He totally came in for a hug. Muppets were big believers in the healing power of hugs. "Thank you Shilo."