talk to me; | robin skinner/cavetown

[fifty-five]

[these days - wallows]

i rubbed my eyes as i set up the camera in my room after numerous takes of recording my audition video and honestly, i'm about to pass out. "wake up, y/n. just— breathe and everything will be okay..." i told myself whilst breathing out then pressed record.

"hi, so my name is..." as i was about to state my name, my brother's dog came into my room, clinging onto my bed. "kit, please get back outside. no, i do not have your dog treats with me." kit climbed up to my bed then started smelling and licking my hand, which i didn't really mind since she was pretty new to the family and she probably needed to know me first.

i stroked kit's back as she started licking my wrist tattoo, making me laugh since she might've thought that it was food (my tattoo was a bone-shaped dog treat).

"are you hungry? no no, kit this..." i pointed on my wrist. "this is a tattoo, not a real dog treat. okay?" i knew that my parents wouldn't let us place the dog on our beds but fuck it, i wash my own bed sheets anyway.

"this will take a while." i sighed as i turned my camera off to preserve its battery. "okay, i'll get you food from mum. come here, kit!" i pat my lap twice, trying to make her walk towards me.

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"okay, we back on." i took my guitar as i started recording again. "hi, my name is y/n l/n. i'm 19 years old and—" i stopped mid-sentence when my phone started to ring, making me groan. i pushed myself up then took my phone to answer the call.

"hey it's robbie,"

"yes, i can tell." i rolled my eyes then threw myself on my bed. "why did you call?"

"have you seen the email i just sent you?" robin asked.

"hmm... not yet, what's going on?" i took my laptop from my desk then opened it, trying to get into my email address.

"so i was kind of working on another project that i will probably release in the next two months..." robin paused for a few seconds. "and i was hoping you could— collaborate with me? officially." he pointed out.

i couldn't help but chuckle on the line, "robin, that's amazing!"

"so what do ya' say?"

"oh, hell yeah!" i responded which made robin cheer on the phone. "what are we gonna sing?"

"remember snail?" robin asked.

"that's what we're gonna sing?" i placed my laptop back on the desk.

"yep," robbie responded. "if you're free next week, we can start recording it. if not, we can re-sched— just not before 3rd week of february, though."

"noted, sir." i replied while literally placing a sticky note on my laptop. "i'll try to visit there next week, i'm recording at the moment."

"oh crap, you were?" he asked. "oh god, i'm very sorry. did i disturb you? goddamnit robbie..." i heard him mutter, making me chuckle.

"yes, but i don't mind." i laughed. "i can cut this out, anyways. honestly, i missed you a lot."

"me too..." robin sighed. "even though we just saw each other like, two weeks ago." then the line got quiet.