Looking for a room..?

"Ah well - they'd be a bit too large for them anyway." She grinned back at the girl, a bit happy that she hadn't noticed anything. "No thanks; I'm almost finished." And she was - all that was left was seventy-six dollars to get her through the month, and a bar of soap shaped like a duck - Danny, a bipolar twenty-something in the hospital at the same time as her had given it to her a few days ago as a goodbye present. It was the first gift she'd ever gotten, and she loved it. She placed it carefully on her end table next to the alarm clock and a bottle of medicine she'd gotten earlier from the nurse. She remembered what the shrew had said about roommates, quickly pushing it from her mind. She'd deal with that later...

She peered at the book, a quick smile darting across her face at Enelya's joy at having found it. "Beautiful," she agreed, opal eyes glancing up at Enelya for a moment before sliding down to the clipping of sage. "Is that your power, then?" The idea of people having powers still made her uneasy, but you wouldn't know it to look at her. "An affinity with plants and animals and such?"

"Do you dye your hair?"

Robin thought it might be a rhetorical question, but she nodded anyway. "Yeah." She picked up the tube, tossing it in the air and catching it in one hand.
She poked her teeth with her tongue, finally shrugging. She'd have to tell her sometime... "I used to have about eighty bottles of this stuff." She took it off to the bathroom to put in a drawer, her voice floating back to Enelya. "I was in this store, and for some reason I had just about all my money with me - I guess it was at the start of the month - and 'oh, wow, these are so pretty'... So I bought every tube they had. And I couldn't waste them, you know?" She was heading back now, sitting on the bed across from the girl. "I don't normally do that, I was just..." She exhaled, opal eyes trained at the wall. The nurse had made it quite clear that she expected her to be up front about it, but that wasn't why she was telling the story. "...Sort of manic. At the time."

"Aww, that little duckie is so adoreable, where'd you get it?"

Her lips twitched into a smile, and she nodded. "Isn't it? It was a goodbye present from a friend... I said I didn't like cute things, so, of course, he had to give me something so adorable that even I love it."

"Yes, I can make plants grow, while also talking to them, and animals. What would be your power?"

"It's pretty stupid," she warned Enelya, "and I just discovered it a week ago." She closed her eyes and concentrated, a ghostly version of her stepping from her body and solidifying. "I can duplicate myself." She grinned, the fake version of her melting into the ground. "You're lucky - your power must be so much fun."

She watched her, a humorless smile crossing her face at the girl's expression. There it is... "I'm... You don't have to worry or anything. I don't go about killing people." ...Alright, that was stupid. She bit her lip, shaking her head in disbelief. "Um. How long have you had your powers, anyway?"

"That is amazing! Stupid?! That is far from stupid! Ohh, I could just imagine what fun that would be, being two places at once!"

Her expression didn't change, but the tips of her ears went red with embarrassment. "I dunno. I really can't control them all too well yet... I wanna see what they're like with fighting." She grinned, throwing a left hook to the jaw. She was easily taken off topic...

She leaned forward, impressed. "You must be so good at it... Can animals understand humans? Are you a herbivore? A complete herbivore? Do you not eat at all, or are plants ok with being eaten?" She figured most of them would - they'd die anyway if they weren't eaten, and at least someone was enjoying them. "It would suck to be a plant..." she muttered in light of this, running a hand through her hair.

"Yeah?" She canted her head to the side, a few stands of brown and purple hair seizing this opportunity to drift into her face; she was completely engrossed in the girl's words. It was like there was a couple more layers of life that most people would never understand - she envied those who could speak to other species, half in one world, half the other.

"That's sort of how I imagined it." She finally agreed, pushing the renegade hair back into its proper place. "Although, sometimes - Bananas, you know? They mock me, with the little bunches they're always coming in. 'Either you eat us till you're sick of us, or we go bad!'" She squinted evily, almost entirely serious. "But they're lovely otherwise. I suppose it's not their fault I can't eat banana after banana."

"It's not depressing, I don't think. Humans, they're depressing. They - we - have rather short life spans, but they're constantly putting death out of thought, pretending it doesn't exist. And then - bam! - it happens, someone's dead, no one can believe it. Death doesn't happen to us. But it does. It does, and at least strawberries can accept it. They've got one up on us there." She paused, realizing for the first time that she'd been leaning towards the girl, hands waving in an attempt to better get the point across. She blushed, sheepishly muttering "I'll be quiet" to no one in particular.

She sighed in relief, glad that her feelings on bananas were for good reason. "I guess I can understand that... Shipped overseas, reasonable price - they can even make a bread. It is impressive..."

She glanced towards the bathroom, adding "especially if the something bad is buying a whole bunch of hair dye. That's really not worth sobbing for days about. You gotta live! Use them!" She shook her fist dramatically, a soundless laugh shaking her shoulders slightly.

Her smile subsided, and she leaned towards Enelya seriously. "Though, I do have a lot of that. Dwelling on bad things, and all that. I... One time I flew into a spiral of depression because a bird crapped on my shoulder. Serious life examining, the world is out to get me sort of stuff. Crying. Diary-angst. All 'what's the use of getting out of bed?'..." She laughed silently, falling back onto the bed at her twelve-year-old self's idioticy. "I'm not exactly sure if that's going to be happening, so be warned." Her fingers clawed the air in a caricature of fearsome, and she sat back up again. It was, she knew, quite a chore to be her roommate, and she wouldn't be surprised if this girl ran before the week was out. But she was actually having fun, which was rather new to her.