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[ But bed, shisa????? :(

It seems Robby cannot get the five more minutes all humans strive for in mornings. His defeat comes with the hard-done-by 'Okay, okay!' that comes with him both pushing the omen away again, but this time shuffling himself so he can sit up. Why can omens slobber? This isn't fair, wiping at your face this early in the morning because some omens have no sense of right or wrong!!

(It's probably like, eight o'clock.)

Still, Robby might be (begrudgingly) sitting up now, but he's not moving immediately at the bed. He's looking at shisa from this new angle, mouth in a lopsided tug of semi-disapproval, and thought. Yes, it's the hat he's focusing on. ...and the omen's dumb cute puppy face. ]

Mister LaRusso knows it's my eighteenth birthday, not my eighth, right?

[ If his omen is wearing a party hat, Robby isn't sure he wants to know what's going on elsewhere--like downstairs. ]

[ The dog-like creature does give Robby the space to sit up once he notices that Robby - at least - is moving here, trying to wake up. No one say this isn't one very, very helpful shisa!

(You know, helpful when it comes to forcibly waking people up.)

He just sits there all politely on the bed, puppy eyes turned fully towards Robby, seemingly listening to what the boy is telling him - even though it's not like the Omen answers out loud.

But there is action at Robby's words. The creature leaps off the bed, leaving the room with a sprint. It's not an action meant for Robby to follow - see, he is giving you a few more minutes.. technically..!! - because it doesn't take long at all for the shisa to return.

Except this time it doesn't just have a party hat. Now there's also a party blower in its mouth. It must have gotten some help from the human it is attached to, given that the shisa doesn't exactly have opposable thumbs to put it there..

And since the party blower is now just stuck there for the moment, it means the only sound the dog is making at Robby is just. Party blower sounds. Constantly. While the Omen hops all over the room.

Between the party hat and that, this is no longer a shisa.

This is a party dog. ]

[ The shisa may not be encouraging Robby to follow it, but for the first few seconds that Robby gets alone, he does decide he should get up. Not entirely by his own will, since Mister LaRusso's omen has decided his fate there, but he had managed to swing his legs out of bed, get up and start searching through his clothes when little paws once more pad back into the spare bedroom he occupies.

And when Robby turns his head to look at it--oh my god.

He spots the omen just as the first whistle goes off, the sound semi-startling Robby with the absurdity of it. An absurdity that only grows as it dawns on Robby what's happening, and his grabbing of a shirt and pants is halted as he just needs a moment to laugh, baffled, putting his forehead in his hands and shaking his head. Just, what? Really? Really?

Really, apparently.

It's enough of an absurdity to spark in Robby something childish. When that little thing comes his way with its tiny paws and wagging butt, Robby's going to grab for it with a 'c'mere!', in some half-hearted attempt to silence this menace and its loud noises. He'll likely fail if it gives any speed to dart from him, but whether Robby loses his chance or does manage to grab the tiny friend to turn him to face him (and Robby laughing once again at the sight of the omen), he'll have the same thing to say: ]

Go out and tell Mister LaRusso I'll be ready in five minutes. I need to brush my teeth.

[ Okay? Is he allowed to do that??? ]

[ It's easy enough to capture the shisa - mostly because it doesn't seem to resist in the slightest. The small dog just allows itself to be picked up by Robby, perhaps only wiggling its paws very slightly, but not making any real effort to escape the hold.

Instead the Omen looks directly at Robby, growing entirely still as he seems to listen to the boy..

.. only to then turn its little head (so he won't accidentally bonk Robby in the face) and let out another loud sound from the party blower.

Was that a sound of agreement? Who knows. But the moment the Omen is let back down on the ground, he immediately turns to speed back out of the room once more, maybe going to pass this message on to Daniel.

Once Robby is done getting ready though, he'll find the living room area of the house completely decorated. Sure, maybe it's not the kind of fancy decorations Daniel may have had back home, but he doesn't exactly have the same bank account here, nor does Trench have the same things readily available. It does seem like there's been some real effort put into all of this - strings with little flags hanging across the ceiling among other party decorations, maybe even some balloons. There's a big 'happy 18th birthday, Robby!' floating near the wall that seems to be made up out of those individual letter balloons, but is actually just ice in the shape of said balloons frozen solid to the wall upon closer expection..

The decorations continue into the kitchen, which is where he'll also find Daniel - apparently putting the finishing touches on all of this, though he's probably been up for a while, judging by the sheer amount of decorations in place. Right now the man is placing some last candles on a cake that's sitting on the middle of the dinner table, decorated with 'happy birthday' icing and topped with a little ice miniature of Robby with his good shy boy Omen.

And, yes.

Daniel is wearing a party hat. There's still an unused party hat sitting on the table too. This is your chance to run, Robby. ]

Robby!

[ .. or maybe not, since Daniel has spotted the boy already. His face immediately lights up with a smile as he looks over at Robby, seeming so genuinely excited. ]

There's our birthday boy! [ 'Our' meaning.. you know, either Daniel and Robby's.. or maybe Daniel's and his Omen's, since the shisa is now also seated in its own seat at the table, still letting out an occasional party sound since the party blower hasn't been removed from its mouth yet. ] You know, I generally have a 'no cake for breakfast' rule, but this is the perfect time to make an exception, huh?

[ Freedom!!!! Robby will use his freedom wisely--also, to mentally prepare for what's to come. Is it a bad thing, what's coming? Not necessarily...but Robby has never dealt with this feeling of giddy apprehension for what's possibly to come. Mister LaRusso's omen had a party hat and blower. That is a warning, if anything is.

He's never had to stand in front of a mirror while brushing his teeth, with the brush handle knocking against his teeth due to all the dumb smiling from the even dumber anticipation< for what's waiting for him. Is he happy, though? Ask him that later. Or ask him never; this whole thing is giving Robby a kind of butterflies before he's even seen anything.

But they're more apparent in his stomach when he does move from the bathroom and away from the bedrooms. He spots the living room simply because it's first along his way, pausing at the sight of what he sees through the open door, and reconsidering actually finding Mister LaRusso at all. But he'll be strong and continue on into the kitchen, where an even more special display can be found.

We're not talking about the cake or decorations, here. We're talking about the party hat on Mister LaRusso, that Robby isn't actually looking at for long when he bows his head, shaking it, a silent laugh running through his shoulders.

He can't believe what he's woken up to.

Just let him fold his arms when he finally looks up again, biting his bottom lip to somehow control his smile. Poorly. ]

You...really didn't have to do all this.

[ It takes a moment for Robby to say, to know what to settle on to begin with. His embarrassment isn't the shamed kind, where he feels like he's being treated like a kid (despite his previous remark to shisa)--it's an embarrassment over an amount of attention he doesn't know how to react to, and just how...lighthearted it all is.

Goofy too, with shisa at the table. ]

What are you saying? Of course I had to do this!

[ Please, there hadn't been a doubt about it in Daniel's mind from the very start. He had instead planned to contribute to the party Tory had been planning, bringing food and gifts for Robby.. but the moment the fact that Robby was now living with him and the big party wasn't happening anymore settled in Daniel's head, he knew he had to hurry up and plan an alternative instead.

It wouldn't do to let Robby go without a birthday party, after all. Not under these circumstances. And while the circumstances do make it a little hard to invite more people, Daniel can at least do this.

And it was worth it. He knows it the moment he sees Robby's face, an embarrassed giddiness visible on it.

It was all worth it. ]

Come on, come on, sit down! [ Daniel says, a grin on his own face that won't disappear as he gestures for the boy to come closer. There is still an unused party hat sitting on the table.. Just for you, Robby.. ] I can't light the candles until you're ready for it, you know!

[ Apparently the shisa agrees. With the sound of a party blower toot. ]

Is this what you did on your eighteenth birthday?

[ There's an absurdity to all this, though it's not what Robby asks the question with--he really wants to know what the big 18 celebration was like back in the 80s, where honestly...Robby wasn't thinking or expecting this for his own.

(He didn't know what he thought about having back home. Just something between him and his mom, though the question was far away enough to not be on his mind. Here in Trench, he had truly been looking forward to a dinner with friends that he and Tory had agreed to.

This might be lonelier, there's a sadness if he lets himself think about it, but this might be closer to what he would've had back home anyway.)

Regardless, Robby takes a seat that he can pretty much tell has been designated for him by the hat sitting on the table. Looking at it with a goofy grimace, and then looking at Mister LaRusso with a very clear 'Do I have to?'

....and if, yes, you do have to, then fine--on goes the party hat, with Robby looking over at Mister LaRusso's omen and faux-warning: ] This stays between you and me.

[ Is he getting another toot for that. ]

Edited 2023-02-19 19:47 (UTC)

[ There's definitely reactions to everything Robby is saying and doing here - the initial question met with a 'yes, actually,' since this is quite literally what Daniel was doing on his 18th birthday with his own karate teacher just with one less tooting shisa, and then the look over the party hat is just returned to Robby until he obediently puts the hat on.

But more so than those reactions, it seems Daniel is mostly just busy with the cake. Turning around, turning off the lights to make the kitchen a little bit more dark still relatively early in the morning, and then rummaging through the drawers of the kitchen until he finds his box of matchsticks, lighting them to start lighting all 18 candles on the cake.

The shisa, in the meantime, definitely gives Robby a toot.

The contract has been forged, young one.

Soon the silence is broken by something else than the shisa's chaotic sounds though. As Daniel is lighting the candles, he's starting to sing.

You should've seen this coming, Robby. Truly. It's part of the embarrassing dad birthday tropes. ]

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.. [ And of course the shisa joins in. Not with actual singing, oh no. It's just wildly tooting on its party blower, with absolutely zero sense of timing or rhythm.

It's chaos. It's enough chaos that Daniel can hardly sing, working so hard to not crack up at the way the tiny creature is just tooting that horn as if its entire life depends on it. ]

Happy birthday, dear Robby-- [ CHOKING BACK A LAUGH-- ] H-- Happy birthday to you!

[ Of course the end of that is celebrated with even more tooting. This shisa is going wild. Daniel now truly can't hold back a laugh anymore, saying: ] Alright, alright, that's enough!

[ At least that finally seems to quiet down the creature.

For now.

Daniel turns towards Robby, his tone dropping like the Omen isn't sitting right there, listening to everything, still clearly able to hear it all.. ] Honestly, I think he's just this cheery since he's hoping to get some cake.

[ We're sorry you had such an uncool 18th birthday, Mister LaRusso....

Not that Robby will say that, or exactly think it like that--but Robby's sure that most sweet eighteens these days have less party hats (hell, he's sure he'd take pizza and cake with his mom, actually). It's like looking into another world, though; one Robby isn't sure Sam or Anthony would even humour, but he doesn't get a choice, and it's not exactly bad, either.

It's Mister LaRusso's idea of a birthday party. And is Robby honestly surprised when the cake with all the candles appear? No, but he is trying to hide his face in a way that isn't obvious: covering his hand over one side of his face, pushing it up to his forehead, then covering his mouth and struggling to even look at anywhere that has eyes. And then Robby gives up on the 'subtly hiding your expressions' contradiction by just plant his face in both hands, elbows on the table, his shoulders shaking from the silent laughter.

When he does finally look up (around the time Daniel's laughing, telling the omen to stop), Robby's back to covering his mouth, though with his grin visible on the other side; leaning back in his chair and an arm folded around his stomach.

He meets Mister LaRusso's gaze. ]

Whose fault is that? [ That the omen is so spoiled? But even so, with a glance at the omen: ] He can have a slice--but I wanna save some for some friends.

[ He knows you're listening, and this is the deal. Don't think Robby is going to let you eat most of that cake!!

...and even if it is his birthday cake, Robby, who isn't used to being made birthday cakes by...anyone, really, has to confirm: ] Is that okay?

Of course.

[ Daniel is quick to reassure Robby - though the Omen doesn't say anything, which is.. probably approval of this plan? It's hard to say. At least the dog isn't busy loudly tooting through every word that comes out of Daniel's mouth now, making this all more manageable. ]

It's your cake, after all. You can do whatever you want with it. You can invite some friends over today, if you'd like. [ It's the sort of thing Daniel considered doing for the boy, but it would feel kind of weird just.. organizing a surrogate birthday party after the last one was cancelled..

So he decided it was easier like this. Leaving it up to Robby instead if he wants to have friends over for his own little party or not. Daniel is fine enough with just sharing this moment with the other, even if Daniel may not be 100% aware of how embarrassing it is by teenage terms. ]

.. though I guess you should blow out the candles right now and make a wish, else we won't be able to have any pieces of this cake at all.

[ Definitely not aware of how embarrassing it is.

At least Daniel seems to be intending all of it well, judging by the smile on his face. And even if Robby's own smile is flustered, he's still grinning, so Daniel will take that as a win. ]

[ Never trust a spoiled omen, tbh. But Robby doesn't mind the lack of an answer (he's talking to an omen), and his attention's gone to Mister LaRusso and his approval. He might think about inviting some people over (or just going out...), but that's a thought for later when Mister LaRusso turns his attention to the candles.

The cursed candles. Robby wants to put up a fuss, but he knows it'll be fruitless; and so with a deep breath taken--for his awful lot in life--and him sliding up off the chair so he can hover better over the cake, he blows at the candles until they're all mostly out, one or two on the left needing a quick blow to finish them off. Robby then sits back down possibly to noise--and either way, that grin's returned to his face, and this time he can't help himself, and he'll ask: ]

How many candles on cakes have you gotten Sam to blow the last few years?

[ Just wondering!!! No reason!!! (Please don't turn into a sad dad at the mention of your daughter!!) ]

What?

[ There's something genuinely surprised about that reaction, if not just in the tone that single word is said with - or the way Daniel's eyebrows move up on his head. ]

Sam loves the birthday candles!

[ .. who knows if this assessment is accurate. Let's be real: it's probably not, and Sam is just nice enough to at least indulge her dorky dad in this much. (And maybe there's even a dorky part of Sam that kind of likes it too, deep down.

.. deep down.)

It's definitely Anthony who is way more the trouble child when it comes to that.

At least it seems that Robby avoided getting a sad dad, since Daniel still seems casual enough as he sits down, rather than looking the way he does when he gets caught up in a sad or longing memory. But what he apparently didn't avoid by asking that is Daniel arriving at a point where he can't help but add: ]

I loved them too when I was your age! Are you saying you don't?

[ Can you break papaw's heart.

Can you, Robby. ]

[ Don't threaten him with a broken-hearted pawpaw!! Robby puts his hands up in defence, matched with the grin he can't really seem to get rid of. ]

I like the candles! My mom and me used to have one on our cakes, when we remembered them. [ Which wasn't all the time. ] And it was just one. And it was a cupcake than a big cake.

[ That might be lacklustre to a man like Mister LaRusso, but Robby still seems happy talking about it. There's the days where there wasn't even a cupcake (on the right day), but Robby can tuck those things away, too. ]

Most of the parties I went to...didn't have the parents around. [ He tips his head, wrinkles his nose around that pause, and he's sure that Mister LaRusso knows the kind of parties Robby's referring to. Louder music, no adults. No tooting shisa omens.

And he feels it's worth saying, regardless of all that-- ]

But--thanks. Cake for breakfast is pretty cool.

[ It's not like the talk about the memories with his mother is all too surprising, considering the kind of circumstances Robby grew up in. Daniel may not know all the details, sure, but.. it's not exactly hard to imagine them either after everything he's seen and heard.

If anything, it just makes him glad that he could provide Robby with something he's used to, rather than letting the boy's birthday pass like it's nothing. This place can already be so crappy at times - which means they've got to make their own little lighter moments.

Like this. ]

Well.. I'm glad you enjoy it.

[ Daniel smiles a little as he says it, grabbing the knife so he can cut off a slice of cake for Robby and putting it on the boy's plate. ]

It's not over yet though. I've still got to give you your present.

You mean the wake-up call wasn't the present?

[ He's watching the cake cutting, but looks up between Mister LaRusso and the omen at the table, as if he's a very important part of this birthday gathering. Which sure, he can be, but it's still funny to see the fluffy omen there, probably watching Mister LaRusso cut into the cake too.

Truly, a spoilt omen. But it is making Robby consider if he should bring out his own omen?? Let him think on it more, or pretend to--like Mister LaRusso spoiling him like this doesn't make Robby both giddy and embarrassed. ]

[ The moment Robby is done asking that, the shisa bursts out into a new chorus of party horn blowing. It's almost ear-deafening - which is probably the reason why Daniel sighs and reaches over to pluck the party blower out of the dog's mouth.

Privilege revoked, shisa. You had a little bit too much party.

But as Daniel turns over to grab the present off the kitchen counter, the shisa decides to just give Robby its own little present. It hops right out of the chair it was sitting on, but not to grab the party blower again. No, instead it trots across the table over to Robby, starting to lick the boy's face.

Isn't this the best birthday gift shisa could give. Its love, Robby, just for you!! ]

[ 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!

[ Sure, he already had one session of Robby face slobbering.

But what about a second session of Robby face slobbering?

Robby is clearly too powerful though, because the creature does allow Robby to push it back a little. Only as long as he's still getting those head ruffles though, they're very important. The shisa may even be leaning into the touch a little..

Apparently the situation looks harmless enough to Daniel by the time he turns back though that she doesn't say anything about it, only faintly rolling his eyes at his Omen's antics before putting the present down on the table. It's actually packaged in fancy paper this time, like Daniel did come prepared after last time, and it's.. kind of big. Not huge by any means, but it's kind of flat and wide.. ]

Okay, okay, leave Robby alone for a moment so he can open it, alright? [ In fact, Daniel will make sure shisa gives Robby both of his hands back by scooping up the small dog and holding it in his arms as he watches, waiting for Robby to unpack the gift.

Inside is a skateboard, mostly white instead of the usual black. The top is adorned with a pattern of the same blue flower that's on the gi belts and Daniel's headband, and on the back is the bonsai from the dojo's logo. ]

Edited 2023-02-27 17:58 (UTC)

[ Does Robby's suffering know no end?

Actually, it does, thanks to a shisa obeying to a no-push in trade for the head ruffles. Which Robby does briefly switch to using both his hands just to ruffle up the entirety of shisa's face--which shows just what a good and silly mood Robby is in to do, throwing in a 'Fluffball' like it's an insult.

When it's just the truth.

But goodbye, shisa--not all good things can last. The omen's exit (or, new home) does let Robby focus on what's been put in front of him. Long and wide---he should recognise the shape, but Robby opens it up obliviously until the paper s properly torn away to show more than the Miyagi-do flower, which alone has his eyes widen.

And then he sees the shape the board takes, and there's a laugh into the 'Whoa!' he lets out. Robby definitely needs to stand up to properly unravel this, checking out the shape and wheels (look, he's a professional (wanted to be a baby professional), he's got an eye for this), all the while with a grin that's pushed wide into his cheeks. ]

Mister LaRusso, this is awesome. [ Dude, friends, pals. Look at this sleek design. And yes, he does see the tree, flipping the board between his two hands. He's beaming when he looks at Mister LaRusso, even though: ]

--You know this'll get scratched up 'til you can't see anything.

[ Which isn't a bad thing to Robby, just. Sorry, Mister LaRusso, this nice design is going to get wrecked by use. ]

[ Oh, how the tables have turned. Or rather, how the tables will turn. Because it's still very early in the month, and while Robby will certainly be the one standing next to Daniel and hoping the older man likes the gifts Robby is throwing at him, right now it's definitely Daniel in that position.

Especially since it's not like he knows a lot about skateboards. Let's be real, he probably had to get quite some help to even get this present done in the first place - and even then he wasn't sure about the end result. Sure, he likes the way it looked, b-but does it pass the test of a teenager who loves these things?

.. apparently it does, judging by Robby's reaction. His glee is almost childish, but that's exactly the kind of reaction Daniel was hoping for. Robby being able to experience at least some birthday joy, despite the cancelled party and the circumstances.

It makes Daniel momentarily duck his head with a grateful smile, only looking back up when Robby speaks up, ready to meet the teen's gaze if necessary--

U-Until that last part, that is. Because Daniel was ready to laugh right alongside him, but there's something about those last words that makes the man's eyes go wide. Not even in a negative way.. Not necessarily, anyway.

Because, yes, Daniel looks utterly shocked, but there's something kind of comical about it. Like Daniel's fusiness being turned up to the maximum limit. ]

Is it bad? [ Just listen to the speed he says that with. It's like Daniel is going to trip his tongue over his own words if he'd speak even faster than this, his cheeks starting to color with a very faint coldblood blush.

Sure, Robby seems happy, but.. d-did he screw up the birthday present after all?! Did he forget about a crucial part of skateboarding?!

(Yes. The downsides of being a very uncool middle aged man.) ]

If-- [ Oh god. Panic. Panic!!! ] If you don't like that, I could see if I can do something about it..

[ Look at this mess of a man. So desperately wanting to please his ~~son~~ student on his special day. So determined to get everything right here - like one tiny mistake about all of this is enough to potentially bring down the way Robby seems delighted about it. This is how much he loves you, Robby. ]

Mister LaRusso? [ --This is a boy who did not see that reaction coming to his remark. He doesn't know what to make of it, even, watching Mister LaRusso with confusion at his questions of doubt; asking if it's bad (huh?), if he doesn't like it (what?).

He looks down at the board, tilting the design so he can see it. ]

I like it--but skateboards get scratched up when you use them? [ He's confused looking back at Mister Larusso, even-- ] Didn't you see my board? They get scratched like that.

[ Robby even suspected Mister LaRusso must have sneaked off with his board sometime (or one of the spares he got for the other guys) to use as an example with whoever put together this one.

M-Mister LaRusso, you don't really think Robby's going to take a knife to this, do you?? ]

[ Yes, of course boards get scratched up when you use them like that.

It's something Daniel is definitely realising in this moment - and, thinking back on it, the boards Robby let him use for their little 'lesson' sure looked like that too.. But it's something he didn't think of in the moment while getting this skateboard made.

The result? One (1) old man feeling like the dumbest guy in the world right about now, especially in the face of Robby's answer. ]

Yeah, I just..

[ .. the guy's voice trails off.

It's kind of lame to admit to a teen you see like a son that you wanted this gift to feel perfect, and now you instead just feel like you screwed up, huh. He can't just say that, even though the way Daniel looks vaguely flustered in this moment is kind of doing that job for him, though perhaps not with quite as much detail or nuance.

On the other hand, Daniel is a man of accountability, and it'd feel crappy to not say something here. Even though 90% of this is the man making a way bigger deal out of this in his head than it actually is in reality.

But what else is new with Daniel LaRusso? ]

Sorry. I guess it kind of slipped my mind that decorating the board kind of defeats the purpose. I can get you something else?

[ Robby, please realise this is just a man who desperately wants to please you.

Even if you may have very little experience with this exact thing. ]

[ He really doesn't have an experience with this kind of thing. It's--odd, to the point that he wonders if this is a blood thing? Or is it just because Mister LaRusso is so out of experience with skateboards that he thinks he did something that dumb? ]

Mister LaRusso... [ he starts slowly, torn between concern and reassurance, but going for the latter as he smiles at the man warmly. Holding the gift in his hand, nudging it into attention. ] The board's perfect. Thank you. I'm gonna use it a lot.

[ Does that help a flustered sensei? Robby hopes, because isn't the purpose of the gift that he uses it 'til it's well-loved? ...but he is glancing at shisa; not in an ask for help, but the idea does cross his mind.

H-he hasn't made the man feel bad, has he?? ]

[ The sincerity of that reassurance is enough to get Daniel to look over at Robby. Still something vaguely flustered, especially near his eyes..

.. but he only has a moment to stare like that before shisa has taken its cue. Not that Robby was asking for anything here, but with the way the kid was staring at it - the Omen knew that it had to do something here.

Even if said something is just doing what Robby asked him to do about five minutes ago: licking Daniel's face. And not just one tiny lick. No, this is an Omen fully standing up in Daniel's arms so the shisa can slobber the man's entire face.

There's no better way to pull a flustered dad out of his own head, right.

Especially when Daniel is way too busy sputtering, trying to grab a hold of the shisa all over again so he can pull the dog away from his face enough to breathe without getting a mouthful of dog fluff and dog drool.

It leaves him looking flustered still, but a slightly different kind, one that looks much less miserable on Daniel, especially when it changes into a smile a moment after. He puts the Omen down on the table so he can pull a hand through his messed up hair - though the party hat is still up there, holding on -, and then move that same hand across his face to get rid of some of the stickiness there. ]

.. I'm glad you like it.

[ There we go. That's a much more normal answer, right. Maybe shisa slobber soothes the soul. (Or just breaks the tension of a fusser.) ]

Maybe I'll open up that dealership after all so I can give you a car next year.

[ Bless shisa for the magical touch....the slobber.

Robby didn't really know what he was asking for by looking at the omen--just some vague hope, a plea? The following slobber-session isn't what the young man was expecting, and he chokes on a laugh-slash-gasp, bewildered, but then a grin spreading on his open-mouthed expression. Mister LaRusso's is just going to town on the man? Well, okay.

And he's laughing for real when he sees the mess left, hair and face and all, the board still held in both arms. Next sat in his lap when he sits down himself, smile still wide on his face and beaming at Mister LaRusso.

Maybe I'll open up that dealership after all so I can give you a car next year.

He shows teeth in his grin. ]

I'll scratch that too.

[ Truly, a chaotic rebel...but maybe he wants to make a car man wince. ]

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