[ Alberto's not concerned even slightly about the concept of theft — especially if he's thieving vegetation. It'll just... grow back. What's the big deal? They do well to keep hidden by the kelp leaves, though, the giant seaweeds swaying giving them glimpses of the merperson who'd called to them, swimming right by... Alberto turns and grins at Robyn as the merman passes, then ushers her along silently, swimming very deftly around each bunch of kelp so as not to cause much movement in the greens. Now he's having her do loops and figure-eights hidden in an obstacle course of a garden after just giving her basic swimming tips... Talk about getting thrown into the deep end.
He lingers at the edge of the other side of the kelp garden, waiting for Robyn to catch up, peeking through the brush. There are more merpeople, just beyond, tending other undersea garden patches... They all look rather different. Some have the bottoms of a cecaelia, many tentacled, or some more snakelike nagas, not just the fishtailed merpeople like Robyn's own look... Alberto's looking on with dazzled eyes at first, but Robyn may catch a split second vague look of disappointment, melancholy, fear, something more disheartened than the reckless confidence she's seen so far, when he watches several other sea monsters pass by but realizes... no one looks like him... But when he sees her by his side, he turns to her quickly, shaking that forlorn thought off like water off a duck's back. ]
Look at all these different sea monsters!
[ He whispers excitedly, eyes practically glowing with glee. Little in life thrills Alberto more than sheer novelty. If it's new and he doesn't understand it... he's into it. Poor Robyn? Just got loped in on that joy ride... ]
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He lingers at the edge of the other side of the kelp garden, waiting for Robyn to catch up, peeking through the brush. There are more merpeople, just beyond, tending other undersea garden patches... They all look rather different. Some have the bottoms of a cecaelia, many tentacled, or some more snakelike nagas, not just the fishtailed merpeople like Robyn's own look... Alberto's looking on with dazzled eyes at first, but Robyn may catch a split second vague look of disappointment, melancholy, fear, something more disheartened than the reckless confidence she's seen so far, when he watches several other sea monsters pass by but realizes... no one looks like him... But when he sees her by his side, he turns to her quickly, shaking that forlorn thought off like water off a duck's back. ]
Look at all these different sea monsters!
[ He whispers excitedly, eyes practically glowing with glee. Little in life thrills Alberto more than sheer novelty. If it's new and he doesn't understand it... he's into it. Poor Robyn? Just got loped in on that joy ride... ]