Outside —-> Kitchen
Mob stops in hesitation, taking in Link's advice. He did want to keep up his exercise, but he did still feel a little woozy.
Plus, a glass of milk sounded really good right now...
"Hai," he finally nodded. "I'll take it easy then." He gave a wave at him, before turning and walking back inside in a slightly drunken manner, heading for the kitchen. His one-track mind didn't register Dot's presence as he opened the fridge and scoured for the milk.
edited 5th Mar '18 1:16:52 PM by Enirboreh
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Mob nods, pouring out a second glass and handing it to Link. As he was putting the milk back in the fridge however, his arm gave out, causing him to drop it. Before it hit the ground, it was coated in a blue aura, and floated back up and positioned itself back in the fridge.
"That was close. Sorry, I might need to rest for a while..."
Mob, now looking even more red in the face (possibly because of his psychokinesis), simply grabbed his glass and made for the couch in the main room, his decrepit giraffe walk even more apparent than before.
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Ehh... sorta. Or like walking. You don't know the mechanics of either, but you can still do them like you've been doing them since you were born. 'Cause, well, you have.