If it were earlier in the day, Robby might have a different reaction to the message that comes through on his phone. Instead, there's a thoughtful pause that's followed by the inconvenience of where he's decided to hole himself up and the distance it will take to get to the diner, but it's not one that makes Robby question what he'll do. ]
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[ It just means he'll have to take the train from the district he's in and over to the diner, with another quick message shot over once he's boarded to give an estimate of how long he'll be, just so Mister LaRusso knows he's still on his way.
He could ask what this thing is, but he figures it's something better just to see in person--maybe someone found something. Brought it over. All thoughts that flitter about Robby's head as he has to make the trek to the diner, finally, the street lamps illuminating with what amount of light is still otherwise present, the rain fortunately taking a break currently.
The door opens with a tinkle, familiar, and Robby steps in with an idea of where to look. Will give a 'hey' and a nod to Mister LaRusso if he's within view, but regardless, Robby doesn't rush. It's important, but habit makes Robby take the few seconds to wipe the bottom of his shoes against the door mat.
Hello, Mister LaRusso. Are you at the front of the diner or the back? ]
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If it were earlier in the day, Robby might have a different reaction to the message that comes through on his phone. Instead, there's a thoughtful pause that's followed by the inconvenience of where he's decided to hole himself up and the distance it will take to get to the diner, but it's not one that makes Robby question what he'll do. ]
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[ It just means he'll have to take the train from the district he's in and over to the diner, with another quick message shot over once he's boarded to give an estimate of how long he'll be, just so Mister LaRusso knows he's still on his way.
He could ask what this thing is, but he figures it's something better just to see in person--maybe someone found something. Brought it over. All thoughts that flitter about Robby's head as he has to make the trek to the diner, finally, the street lamps illuminating with what amount of light is still otherwise present, the rain fortunately taking a break currently.
The door opens with a tinkle, familiar, and Robby steps in with an idea of where to look. Will give a 'hey' and a nod to Mister LaRusso if he's within view, but regardless, Robby doesn't rush. It's important, but habit makes Robby take the few seconds to wipe the bottom of his shoes against the door mat.
Hello, Mister LaRusso. Are you at the front of the diner or the back? ]