Through their bond, Robby isn't privy to a wonderland of emotions from Mob. He tries to keep them as muted as he does on the outside, momentary rises of feeling then suppressed out of habit, no matter what they are. Pleasure, sadness; it all gets tucked down the same, and if Robby allowed himself much thought over the matter, he experienced those glimpses of emotion even less, these days.
But even when he did see them, anger was rarely present--Robby isn't sure if he has ever experienced Mob's anger in any form.
So when he feels it so intensely, pointed at something, someone, Robby stops what he's doing to pay attention. Confusion, and then a trickling alarm when a pressure grows. Mob's power, but why--?
(Robby tries reaching out once out of instinct around, a small feeling of concern that's easy to miss with the overwhelming sensations going on for Sunny.)
And then it blinks out, something muted before the anger is allowed to exist without the pressure. But then fear accompanies it, and Robby remembers another time when he felt Mob's fear. That-- that he knows well.
(The confusion, the fear, and then the loss of everything. Mob's body on the ground in a pool of its own blood.)
His reach this time isn't so quiet. A name, Mob, not spoken verbally but expressed emotionally by the concern that makes itself known over a link. A figureless form trying to let itself be known, worried, panicked. Are you okay? Do you need help? Mob.
It lingers, and will only become distracted after a while, when Robby focuses on his omni. ]
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[ during mob and sunny's body swap ; familial bond ]
Through their bond, Robby isn't privy to a wonderland of emotions from Mob. He tries to keep them as muted as he does on the outside, momentary rises of feeling then suppressed out of habit, no matter what they are. Pleasure, sadness; it all gets tucked down the same, and if Robby allowed himself much thought over the matter, he experienced those glimpses of emotion even less, these days.
But even when he did see them, anger was rarely present--Robby isn't sure if he has ever experienced Mob's anger in any form.
So when he feels it so intensely, pointed at something, someone, Robby stops what he's doing to pay attention. Confusion, and then a trickling alarm when a pressure grows. Mob's power, but why--?
(Robby tries reaching out once out of instinct around, a small feeling of concern that's easy to miss with the overwhelming sensations going on for Sunny.)
And then it blinks out, something muted before the anger is allowed to exist without the pressure. But then fear accompanies it, and Robby remembers another time when he felt Mob's fear. That-- that he knows well.
(The confusion, the fear, and then the loss of everything. Mob's body on the ground in a pool of its own blood.)
His reach this time isn't so quiet. A name, Mob, not spoken verbally but expressed emotionally by the concern that makes itself known over a link. A figureless form trying to let itself be known, worried, panicked. Are you okay? Do you need help? Mob.
It lingers, and will only become distracted after a while, when Robby focuses on his omni. ]