[ We are squids. We sure are, Mob, buddy. Robby's listening with a tiny smile to Mob's mild ways, the coloured inks getting a look over from him (so, he should make a few cards? Hope people appreciate cards in this place), that he misses the instant that Mob gasps.
His brows start to show concern, then puzzlement at what it is that Mob is looking at. Except then he's showing him, and he sees both the stamps and Mob's face.
Oh. Oh. Robby's smile blooms into a grin. ]
You like cats? You look like you just found your signature stamps.
[ Fact: Mob is not leaving without those stamps. ]
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His brows start to show concern, then puzzlement at what it is that Mob is looking at. Except then he's showing him, and he sees both the stamps and Mob's face.
Oh. Oh. Robby's smile blooms into a grin. ]
You like cats? You look like you just found your signature stamps.
[ Fact: Mob is not leaving without those stamps. ]