[the problem with eight year olds having immense psychic power, floating dogs. mob walks slowly through, taking in everything - and it's a lot. one of the first thing he does is go over to the candles, picking one up to sniff then scrunching his nose when it's a bit much. love to know what candle scents the trench has.
he puts it back down and goes over to robby, stopping only to lightly poke at the hanging jellyfish (they clink together with a nice sound! maybe jun would like that?) before looking at the little fish robby found. his mouth makes a little o to see them, moving over to pick one up.]
They're like little plates. [bland of course, but pleased in his way. the glaze is smooth too, and mob begins the process of looking over each very carefully, breaking concentration only to nod and look at robby.] Hm, I think so. I wonder what kind of cake he likes. We always get chocolate.
[no robby's onto something here, how can cake not fix most things? he picks up the roundest and, probably, the funkiest looking of the fish, staring at it for a long few moments before lifting it to robby for his verdict.]
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he puts it back down and goes over to robby, stopping only to lightly poke at the hanging jellyfish (they clink together with a nice sound! maybe jun would like that?) before looking at the little fish robby found. his mouth makes a little o to see them, moving over to pick one up.]
They're like little plates. [bland of course, but pleased in his way. the glaze is smooth too, and mob begins the process of looking over each very carefully, breaking concentration only to nod and look at robby.] Hm, I think so. I wonder what kind of cake he likes. We always get chocolate.
[no robby's onto something here, how can cake not fix most things? he picks up the roundest and, probably, the funkiest looking of the fish, staring at it for a long few moments before lifting it to robby for his verdict.]