robin isn’t quite used to the arrangement they have going on at bennington yet. he was pretty isolated in the last little neighborhood he lived in with nico, both because he was new in the city and because the people that lived around them were mostly thirty and forty-something urban professionals on their way to a mid-life crisis. so it’s odd now to be able to know his neighbors not just across the hall but across the street as well. and not just know them, but be friends with them, to frequently spend happy hours and early mornings being young and amicable with them.
it also means he doesn’t have to use his cell to communicate all the time, thank god. robin could go on (and he has in the past) about how cell phones are the ultimate stage of government corruption, that capitalism has brainwashed people into so haphazardly throwing their data away to the highest private bidder if it means they can watch cat videos on a tiny screen. he avoids his phone as much as possible, and in fact, he’s become a big fan of knocking on the doors of bennington residents rather than texting them when he has something to say. like now, for example, that he’s just finished watching this late-80’s taiwanese film, he figures there’s no point in texting raphael about it when he could just walk across the street and ramble about it in-person. as his knuckles beat against the door at 54 bennington, however, robin’s quick to remember that raph doesn’t live alone. “oh wow, edward, you’re still here,” he says. “raph’s not around, then? must be rough for you, having to stand up and answer the door all on your own. but hey, move a bit more money around in useless circles and one day soon you’ll be able to underpay someone to do that for you.”
