@asktherawkstar and ask-abombsecretary
Incredible. Absolutely incredible. His luck really WAS gone with the wind tonight.
It had just been for a moment. He had grown immensely bored of his station, of sitting idly at the poker table and of losing, and he had simply wanted a bit of entertainment to help get him through the night. Watching Goombario earn an endless supply of winnings made him jealous, observing Valentine as he spun the wheel over and over again made him angry, and speculating as Goombrianna lost games and coins had actually started to make him feel sympathy after a while.
So, Grubba had glanced absentmindedly over at the snack table. Seeing nothing of interest, he turned his attention back to his poker ta- wait, what? What was that? He did a double take, and had to bite back a loud, definitely not child friendly word as he noticed his familiar bob-omb secretary mingling with the loud mouthed BIRD of all people. Rawk Hawk. Of ALL the people to come to this party. Ugh.
The red head hastily got up from his seat, nearly knocking it over in the process. He supposed that he had gained a sort of protectiveness over Petunia this past year, as watching the champion even stand near the girl filled him with bitter annoyance. Storming over, nearly knocking over a few guests in the process, Grubba firmly placed himself in between Petunia and Rawk Hawk, putting his hand on the table and leaning. “Well, howdy, Mr. Hawk!” He hooted venomously, his words not matching his tone at all. “Didn’t expect ya to be here tonight! Man, I’m reeeaaal sorry, but Petunia and me.. we gotta go now. Go find some other poor girls t’ torment, will ya?”