[ It was a bit of a pointless question, asked just to say something; a silly call-out that all parents are like this, surely, and it's not like Mister LaRusso could know what he's weak to. It's an excuse to still be standing here with him like this, where Robby can't compare the man's touch on his neck this time to anything his mother does. With his fingers different, a gesture more his. She strokes his hair, Mister LaRusso always touches him around the neck.
Though, the embarrassment is real, when his brain acknowledges Mister LaRusso's own implication, 'Yours do though, huh?', and it feels like his Trench birthday all over again. Hi, he'd like to die from embarrassment and live in the sea for a while, thanks. How do people survive this kind of attention?
Unfortunately, being a squid person still doesn't allow for disappearing into the ground--bummer. ]
It's okay, [ Robby says, does instead, with no alternative granted to him. Tone aloof, like he doesn't have any strong feelings about it. ] As long as you're not forcing anything.
[ A little payback? As a treat? Don't mind Robby if he does. ]
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Though, the embarrassment is real, when his brain acknowledges Mister LaRusso's own implication, 'Yours do though, huh?', and it feels like his Trench birthday all over again. Hi, he'd like to die from embarrassment and live in the sea for a while, thanks. How do people survive this kind of attention?
Unfortunately, being a squid person still doesn't allow for disappearing into the ground--bummer. ]
It's okay, [ Robby says, does instead, with no alternative granted to him. Tone aloof, like he doesn't have any strong feelings about it. ] As long as you're not forcing anything.
[ A little payback? As a treat? Don't mind Robby if he does. ]