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♠ Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be ♠
Robyn was finding herself becoming more and more sociable and happy as she intergrated herself in the easy conversation. "That's sort of what happened with me and my dad, we always tend to start off somewhere as a vacation or a tour," explained Robyn, smiling a little. "It's nice to meet you Erin, oh and tahnks anyway," said Robyn with a shrug, she didn't expect anyone to know where a music room was, if there even was one, but she thought it best to ask.
As Erin turned to Damien, so did Robyn, who also knelt down to stroke the setter, before the dog was taken otuside for a walk. Returning to stand straight she looked back at Erin, "Thanks, hand ripped by wear and tear," she said, with a small grin, she had ripped them to begin with, but living in them, camping in them, and going to gigs with her dad in them had completed the look. Robyn rubbed her tongue stud against the bakc of her teeth, purely out of boredom, she felt rather awkward now. She couldn't jsut be random and weird, she barely even knew Erin, so her sarcastic nature really wouldn't help in this sistuation.
As Damien returned with all three of his dogs, R9obyn smiled, "I'll come if you don't mind. Might as well get used to the surroundings," she said, gesturing out of the great glass apnel doors.