[it's like a scene out of a movie, really. mob stares in vague wonder, so incredibly relieved when it becomes clear robby really does have this. he wishes he didn't need to have this but it's something to see. the way his omen goes into his staff, the fluid way it's moved.
mob can power him up considerably but all that skill was earned with a lot of hard work. he can make robby safer and faster but what he does with it, how he knows to move, that's all him.
robby's really cool, mob thinks. (72%)
when it's over mob lets out a little breath. giving power like that isn't really a sustained thing, he just gives some and it lasts however long it lasts. like most things with his powers it's largely instinctual rather than trained or particularly deliberate. the coyotes now rest in the dirt in ugly, warped piles. mob doesn't think about the cat. he does not think about the cat. (80%)
when robby looks up to him and says that mob hesitates only a moment before offering a nod, more than happy to carefully lower himself until he can drop and robby can help catch him. not having to use his powers at all, which makes a burst of gratitude well in his chest.
(this would be the true moment mob's omen finally lets go of it's vague surliness and decides robby can be trusted. not the fight, or the help before, this kindness of letting mob get down like a normal kid. this choice to use that power the way he did and the tail end of it on something so small but impactful nonetheless.
hence why the shibe jumps down and buts his head against robby's leg in thanks before sitting to watch the situation)]
Are you okay? [yeah, definitely the first thing mob needs to ask, even if things seem really okay to him]
cw: very vague mention of cat death
mob can power him up considerably but all that skill was earned with a lot of hard work. he can make robby safer and faster but what he does with it, how he knows to move, that's all him.
robby's really cool, mob thinks. (72%)
when it's over mob lets out a little breath. giving power like that isn't really a sustained thing, he just gives some and it lasts however long it lasts. like most things with his powers it's largely instinctual rather than trained or particularly deliberate. the coyotes now rest in the dirt in ugly, warped piles. mob doesn't think about the cat. he does not think about the cat. (80%)
when robby looks up to him and says that mob hesitates only a moment before offering a nod, more than happy to carefully lower himself until he can drop and robby can help catch him. not having to use his powers at all, which makes a burst of gratitude well in his chest.
(this would be the true moment mob's omen finally lets go of it's vague surliness and decides robby can be trusted. not the fight, or the help before, this kindness of letting mob get down like a normal kid. this choice to use that power the way he did and the tail end of it on something so small but impactful nonetheless.
hence why the shibe jumps down and buts his head against robby's leg in thanks before sitting to watch the situation)]
Are you okay? [yeah, definitely the first thing mob needs to ask, even if things seem really okay to him]