[ Robby laughs at the pair, the omen apparently not ruining his mood despite the effort put forward to ruin their ears. He gives the creature a sympathetic smile, kinda goofy, which turns puzzled when the omen hops from its place. Is it coming for the cake? ]
Hey... [ Robby starts; wanting to warn it if Mister LaRusso catches it on the table, but also not wanting the man to hear (no snitching!!). And he thinks the omen is coming for his slice of cake when it comes in close, a hand hurrying to cover over his plate--only to not realise what was truly in danger: Robby himself. ]
Pff-- h-hey, hey hey! [ How could an omen's tongue actually feel like slobbering?? This is unfair, unjust!!! With Robby angling his head away, while ruffling the top of the omen's head at the same time he pushes him back. ]
You did this already! Go wet Mister LaRusso's face!
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Hey... [ Robby starts; wanting to warn it if Mister LaRusso catches it on the table, but also not wanting the man to hear (no snitching!!). And he thinks the omen is coming for his slice of cake when it comes in close, a hand hurrying to cover over his plate--only to not realise what was truly in danger: Robby himself. ]
Pff-- h-hey, hey hey! [ How could an omen's tongue actually feel like slobbering?? This is unfair, unjust!!! With Robby angling his head away, while ruffling the top of the omen's head at the same time he pushes him back. ]
You did this already! Go wet Mister LaRusso's face!