He laughs--a little surprised, but also: "Oh, right."
Oh, right. Robby nods in direction of the house, to something beyond their view. "You saw that vehicle outside the front? The yellow one? It's a car." Or, convertible, but he's not talking to Mister LaRusso right now. "You can wax it to give it a shine. Like shoes."
...
...except, Robby's looking off to the side, distracted in a pause of the motions, brows furrowing even as he looks back to Chizuru.
"Maybe...swords? You don't wax shoes, do you?"
Because from what Robby knows about Japanese olde times shoes, they were sandals -- and sandals don't exactly need to be waxed in any part of the world.
This was really worth getting distracted for. But it's not one that completely stops Robby, as he does make the hand motions again -- wash the counter, wipe the counter.
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Oh, right. Robby nods in direction of the house, to something beyond their view. "You saw that vehicle outside the front? The yellow one? It's a car." Or, convertible, but he's not talking to Mister LaRusso right now. "You can wax it to give it a shine. Like shoes."
...
...except, Robby's looking off to the side, distracted in a pause of the motions, brows furrowing even as he looks back to Chizuru.
"Maybe...swords? You don't wax shoes, do you?"
Because from what Robby knows about Japanese olde times shoes, they were sandals -- and sandals don't exactly need to be waxed in any part of the world.
This was really worth getting distracted for. But it's not one that completely stops Robby, as he does make the hand motions again -- wash the counter, wipe the counter.
And no scrunching your fingers, Chizuru!