Call me Bobby...or don't.

Robert was sitting alone in the courtyard. It was true to say that he was never seen with anyone. Always on his own.

Chanel was brooding. Coco was doing homework or something, and she was bored.

Robert sighed, getting out some work. He'd hoped things might be different here.

Chanel lay down on her front on the ground and put down her work. She prefered to lie on her front. Everywhere felt the same when you did that.

Robert didn't understand the work.

Chanel did the history quickly. It was her best topic.

Robert hated history. He couldn't understand it.

Chanel stood up, then looked down. Her front had gotten wet, and her shirt had gone transparent.

Robert had given up, growling at his work.

Chanel shrugged. If they wanted to look, let them.

Robert wasn't even aware anyone else was there.

Chanel sat down, also unaware of people there. Might as well do her geography then.

Robert scrambled up the tree.

Chanel heard something and looked round. Noise.

Robert liked climbing.

Chanel reached up and touched her hearing aid, checking it was working.

Robert fell out of the tree. "OUCH!"

Chanel turned around calmly, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm too heavy to climb that tree..." he groaned, clutching his head.

Chanerl laughed.

"Don;t climb trees over concrete."

"Yeah...that's pretty good advice actually..."

Chanel snorted, sitting down again and getting to work.

Robert groaned.

She didn;t hear him. But she was starting to feel a little cold.

Robert sneezed.