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daniel larusso ([personal profile] miyagimagic) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2023-02-06 07:48 pm
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(closed) february catchall

Who: Ange ([personal profile] entreats), Chizuru ([personal profile] tealeafs), Daniel ([personal profile] miyagimagic) and various others.
What: February shenanigans.
When: During all of February.
Where: Locations vary.

Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.

( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at [plurk.com profile] queeningsquare, i'm always open to new ideas and threads! )
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[personal profile] strongroots 2023-03-06 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Just making sure we have the best dojo in town. [ Is that a crime? Look at this boy, arms out and nonchalant, that youthful punky attitude that can still be sweet despite the competitive challenge underneath it. His dad can't hear it (............his....dad dad), so no harm done.

But jokes aside, Robby taps the side of the counter with his forefingers, a look taken at the mugs and some other jars. ] Did you want any help with anything in here? Or can I go and make the layout plans?

[ He'd say 'in his room', but you know what, Mister LaRusso can likely get what he means. Would he like some help, or should Robby go and do his thing?

(That isn't actually planning to expand the dojo.) ]
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[personal profile] miyagimagic 2023-03-07 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the sort of joke Daniel will let him have, honestly. There's something vaguely reminiscent of the past in it, a boy standing in front of him in the dojo during a time that feels so long ago now, despite the clarity Daniel recalls it with. I mean, when my dad finds out what we're up to, he is not gonna know what hit him, coupled with a grin that had something a little more in it.

This doesn't have that same edge to it though. Sure, the attitude is similar, but there's a bit less seriousness in it.

(Or maybe it's just that Daniel didn't just spend an entire tournament seeing that boy look at his father over and over and over again with a certain vindication that felt sour in Daniel's mouth.)

So he just smiles the joke off here. ]

Nah, it's alright. I got it. [ He did mean it when he said that he wanted Robby to have some time to think about their earlier conversation, after all - and it might be good to let him have some of that now, instead of continuing to awkwardly hoover around Robby. ] You go get busy.

[ You know.

With the "dojo plans." ]

And prepare yourself for some delicious minestrone tonight.
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[personal profile] strongroots 2023-03-07 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. [ There's a chirp to the word, and Robby leaves the kitchen without any more to say, his bag in his hands to take with him to the room he's been occupying while staying with Mister LaRusso. He sits it somewhere near the end of the bed as his feet lead him to the drawer beside it, and then doubles around when he decides to sit himself down too on said bed.

And maybe, you know, think about what happened before the talk of minestrone and soup cups. Something about Mister LaRusso seeing him as a son, and what that actually means.

(He talked to his dad about it, too? What do the two of them talk about, even?)

What does it mean, when a man sees you like a son? Says he sees you like one, no different from his own children--because that seems hard to believe, that anyone ever could. It's the comfortable lie you tell those younger than you to make them feel included, surely.

(Mister LaRusso called him part of the family once before, and Robby knows he shouldn't hold the past against him; but it's not him he holds it against, but himself. Because didn't it sound so nice? Didn't it feel it? Living in that spare room turned bedroom, hanging out with Sam and eating family meals.)

What does he do about the parts of himself that Mister LaRusso doesn't know about? The same as he should everything else, Robby concludes, staring off at every other wall. Twitching the coldblood bracelet around his wrist, as if it and his heart don't complicate his feelings enough.

Take Mister LaRusso's word that this doesn't change anything, and see how far that gets him.

Because that's sure going to work. ]
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