[ Eye spy is boring in woods with nothing different except the occasional (and then regular) beast to spot. The true boredom killer is learning and showing how your omen can play music and media in your head if you ask nicely, and finding out how different the musical and film tastes between a fourteen-year-old Japanese boy and a seventeen-year-old American.

There's also keeping up with karate training (both physical, and to remember one's breathing), but you need something between to break away from. Mob can even watch Robby practising his rune writing.

But, alas, we're now here in the present. Where the abrupt demand from Mob - mild as it may be, since this is Mob - makes Robby turn his head to the younger guy, his puzzlement genuine, and then--anxious. ]

Mob? --...just ignore it. It's nothing.

[ He doesn't want to think about it, or that maybe Mob knows what that voice is saying -- what it's referring to. Robby rattles at the door but it doesn't open, and he sighs in an impatient way, a desire to move.

(But it's true. And you like that Mob looks up to you. You think you mean anything. When you're just a thief and a fraud.) ]

Robby glances at Mob once as he backs away from the door, but he ducks his eyesight, tries to avoid the subject by telling him-- ] C'mon, let's try another building [ --and moving on, without acknowledging the taunts. ]