Robby "major sensei issues" Keene (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 06:52 pm
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bopping this over here!
also: ew, first names. ）
american?
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yeah. you?
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action;
Daniel is missing out on it entirely. He has no idea about what's going on today in a different part of the city - a man with absolutely no clue that there was an item waiting for him there. A framed photo that had been stored away back home, a picture of a man and a boy proudly smiling together next to the Miyagi-do sign, taken back when they restored mister Miyagi's house together. A photo wrapped in paper for storage, Robby's name written on it, just as a reminder to Daniel himself as to what it was. A photo he kept finding back home, kept thinking about - a desire to put it back up when the boy would return to the dojo turned into the idea of instead gifting it to Robby, the more Daniel realised that maybe Robby was just never coming back. Especially when, after seemingly having left Cobra Kai, the boy was staying with Johnny now.
(Daniel never blamed Robby, not even when he heard that. He knew what he did. He knew his own guilt. Robby not approaching him again had nothing to do with Robby, and everything to do with the things Daniel did that pushed the boy away in the first place. Of course Robby wouldn't want to see him again. Daniel failed him. Worse than anyone, if Robby was willing to forgive Johnny, but not him.)
Rather than having any idea about that happening, the man can instead be found sitting in the odd cemetary-like part of the park, back where he found the gravestone with mister Miyagi's name on it on his first day in this place.
He didn't know where else to go. Even though Daniel has been trying to keep himself busy with trying to take care of some of the teenagers in this place, he still feels.. lonely. Broken. He keeps jumping at shadows, terrified of seeing one specific face around any possible corner. His voice still hasn't returned, making communication incredibly difficult, and the bruises that still linger on his face and neck sure don't make him give off the best first impression to anyone either. Daniel just doesn't know what to do, and even if seeing mister Miyagi's name on the gravestone might have been a fluke-- it's the only thing he has to go on here. It's the only place he feels he can find some solace in this crazy city that doesn't seem to be letting go of him.
Hence the current display one might come across. Daniel sitting on his knees in front of one of the gravestones, a very much empty bottle of sake on the ground next to him.
He doesn't even seem to hear or notice it if someone approaches. Instead his eyes stare at the gravestone as if in a daze. ]
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It takes Robby a while to find out. He wasn't immediately interested in the new open district, but a lack of anything better to do drew him there, and the gossip of the bank led him that way in particular. Items belonging to people, doors shutting behind them--but where others had been compelled to speak, Robby felt a tugging at his heart from the photo he found, his mouth only opened to gape at it. An image that confused him, for the faces and when it was taken--because the boy with the bobbed cut hair looked so unfamiliar, and the arm around his shoulders puzzled him.
Until it hit him, like none of the ghosts of this city had so far been able to affect him. A memory that belonged to another Robby Keene than him, long gone, unreachable; a time locked by the burnt bridge and closed dojos.
He assumes it must be his item, like others were receiving; until a bump-in with another person reveals differently, offers him another hit he hadn't seen coming. He's here--has been this entire time, but Robby's never seen him. How? Why not? How long? Searching the contacts on the phone helps him find evidence, but his texts go unresponded to, which leaves Robby searching. He could wait. He doesn't want to wait.
He looks everywhere his feet will take him, the phone in his pocket on vibrate and the wrapped photo and its frame in clutched by his stomach to make sure it won't fall as easily out of his hand.
It's a stupid fucking search. The city's empty, but the city's big, even without the added district to give more places to look. Robby doesn't want to think about it initially, asking people along the way if they've seen the man in the photo, then continuing on. But the high of this information starts to dwindle, he thinks there's nothing better he can do than to wait for a response. It's the reasonable option that makes his mind hazy, makes him look at the covered paper with his name written in a hand that isn't his.
His fingers tremble. A part of him wonders if they're all going crazy, imagining people there that aren't, and what he would do anyway? If Mister LaRusso would want to see him, where he should even begin with that conversation.
And Robby doesn't have an answer by the time he sees a figure. A frame of a body hunched by one of the stone gravestones, one that doesn't stand out in one second--the other, freezes Robby in both movement and breath.
(There's a wetness that's been building in the back of his throat, behind his eyes; and it's the idea of having a piece of home that compels Robby maybe more than the man himself. There's reasons for him to stay away, there's a chasm of disappointment he willingly made; but he's selfish, he wants what he doesn't deserve, and he's willing to push down all those complicated emotions, like they don't matter, for a chance to not feel so alone.
So he tells himself. As if seeing Mister LaRusso doesn't scare him, as if what Robby did to him and everyone isn't what freezes him, makes him stop.)
His throat doesn't want to work, despite the lips that twitch; seconds feel like minutes as indecision works to chain Robby in place, or even to pull him away. But despite it all, despite the fog in his head and the drumming of his heartbeat: ]
Mister LaRusso? --Mister LaRusso!
[ He calls out, and starts stumbling forward as he gets his feet to work. ]
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text; un: mightiest
Do you have a minute? I think I have something of yours.
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whats up
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action;
But those are the things Daniel really couldn't do much about, other than allowing the doctors to have regular checkups with him. All the other changes are very much active decisions on Daniel's part. Shaving, for one. Grabbing some clothes from the shopping mall that aren't just tracksuits - maybe not a full on formal suit, but at least a formal button-up shirt, because wearing anything too casual feels weird, even if Daniel has nothing formal to attend in this city. Moving into the apartment next to Robby and Mob's own, after having discussed it with the former.
He even grabs some decor items to make the place feel a little bit more lived in. Not that Daniel likes the idea of settling down in this place - it's certainly not that. It's just that he spends so much time cooking to pass time, inviting the boys over for dinner all the time, and he'd feel weird just inviting them into an empty apartment.
(Maybe there's still a little bit too much in there of thinking about the boys - and especially Robby - and little about Daniel's own desires, but.. it's fine.
Not even Terry Silver-shaped injury heals that easily, and the one on his soul is there, only just able to be ignored by Daniel by focusing on caring for these kids.)
Sure, some days not all of them can make it. That's why it's just Robby and Daniel sitting together at the dining table in Daniel's apartment, the man having made a pasta dish that Robby could easily recognize from his days - however long ago - of eating over at the LaRusso's house.
And with Daniel being Daniel, there's no way he's just going to let them sit there the entire dinner in silence. There's no denying that he's been in better spirits anyway, ever since learning Robby was in this city as well. Not that it makes being here okay, but-- it makes it better in the sense it gives Daniel purpose. (In the sense that it makes his heart feel a little warmer every time he looks at Robby.) ]
So.
[ The man starts, a piece of pasta stuck on the end of his fork as he waves the utensil around like a conductor's baton. (So Italian.) ]
Have you also met some odd people in this place, Robby? Not bad. [ Look, it's not like he's here to insult people!
It's just that some people truly make Daniel feel normal in the weirdest possible way here, and given that they both come from the same place, the man doesn't doubt Robby must have had similar experiences. Maybe he's already talked about it with Mob instead, but-- who knows, maybe Daniel can give him a platform to actually talk about this stuff with someone who'd get it. ] Just odd.
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If anything is brought in to decorate the space he shares with Mob, it's by Mob, or with Mob on Robby's mind. ...though, truthfully, he doesn't really know what to get the guy to do that often. He just stuck with food: snacks, the food staples, and ready meals that hadn't been needed for a while ever since Mob got a certain friend to start cooking him dinners.
(That one will always stick with Robby. How the hell did that happen? So much for going out and trying to
pretend toinvestigate this shitty city.)But he likes the visits by themselves, with or without anything to move an eye over--seeing Mister LaRusso is a giddy excitement. He can't believe it, really, and he couldn't say what exactly it is that causes the feeling more: that Mister LaRusso is in the city too, or that he's interacting with his original sensei again. There's certainly no dividing the two points, but he does feel a dork before he even sets on the man, when he comes to his apartment door.
There's some shame too that sticks around still, but--Mister LaRusso seems happy. It doesn't appear to be all fake.
And, god, maybe he misses eating at a table with Mister LaRusso and never realised it until he got to experience it again, okay?
(How can one person being around breathe any life into this lifeless place?)
But also: talk about the most beating around the bush with kindness question. Not odd odd. Robby looks up from his pasta bowl, manages to keep the smile that draws on his lips down, for politeness sake. Swallows too, first, before: ]
The people who say they're magic, who apparently came from different worlds or from the past; the blue woman walking around, [ he's definitely seen someone blue walking around, ] or the crazy explanations everyone has?
[ Let's narrow down what odd means in here, Mister LaRusso. While also giving examples like they're a joke, but that are very real. ]
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text from: UN; willthewise
You should tell that guy on the network that this is a horse
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un: chocobro
hey robby
whatcha up to?
feel like checking out that fair going on in the park if you're not busy?
seems harmless so far
i think
anyway if not we should hang out
can't stare away the whole day at the wall haha
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i dunno
dont have any projects you wanna do?
you can start a 'trapped in a spooky city' photoset
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text; un: mightiest
I'm okay with finding out, if you are
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Well, okay. It'd be a lie to say Robby hasn't been thinking about it, but he hasn't exactly been getting his hopes up. Given Tsuruno's reaction after Robby proposed the idea, his expectations were...varied, to say the least.
He's looking at the screen for a good second upon receiving this, trying to imagine the outcome, but that's going to take longer than a couple of seconds, and so: ]
okay. sure, i am.
do you want to meet up?
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text. @kaveh - post-carnival
Bear with me as I figure out this manner of instantaneous messaging - it really is quite interesting that different social norms must be attached to it.
However! Hope you are well, Robby. I am messaging you today to ask for your opinion on tiles. Do you have a moment?
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how about using Greetings at the start? if you want something that feels natural. it's not as weird as seeing Dear over text message.
i got time but if this is about the diner, mr larusso's better to ask about how things look than me.
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text; un: mightiest
1. Pirate
2. Ghost
3. Dinosaur
4. MYSTERIOUS FOURTH OPTION
[ no sexy angels or sexy cats or sexy nurses or sexy cops or-- ]
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what's it a vote on?
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text; un: mightiest, Halloween event time--
So far they've got the most focus on their haunted house...
Basic cheap scares on the first floor.
How're you doing?
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And that was going to be at the haunted house attraction. ]
nothing crazy's happened yet.
don't want to jinx it
how many floors are there supposed to be?
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@samsa, text (sometime before the Halloween event)
[ is this real? Probably not. But do you really want to risk it, when this City is the way it is, and a lot of weird things happen? Kaneki does not want to risk it, no. ]
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what. ]
what
[ yeah he's just going to send that. ]
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un: deku
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@yesod (sometime after the end of the october event)
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oh, hey. i'm doing better, but... why do you wanna thank us?
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Network to Action :D
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The front door slides open as Robby enters, if Dorian bothers to look at the sound. But it's okay if he doesn't, since Robby's doing the looking for them, and while the packed shelves and the colourful displays do catch his interest (and his nerves, but there's been no word about trouble yet, right?), he can amble his way in Dorian's direction while taking in his surroundings.
But he will speak up, coming close to Dorian. ] What you found?
[ Yo, Dorian. You got a good book there? ]
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action; december party time
And she's fine with that. But she also knows enough to free herself when she glimpses a chance for a reprieve, heading out to locate Robby with a delicate prod to his lower back (as though she has tried valiantly to sneak up on him and surprise him). ]
Excuse me, sir! You're looking like you might want a bit of company.
[ Is he. ]
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He's here, of course, for Tsuruno. It'd be a shame not to attend prom with your girlfriend, and he figures this would be the first prom she's gone to, not even knowing if Japan has them, to have one waiting for her in the future. But he says hi to a few people, has something to drink, enjoys the space.
But nothing is quite as enjoyable as the touch to his back, almost confusing for a second (it doesn't get much of a jump, but it does make Robby look, as if he might see a passerby) before he hears a very recognisable voice. He turns, a wide grin on his face. ]
I could do. [ He reaches for her hands, takes a hold of each one. ] My girlfriend can't help but spend time with other people, helping them out and making sure they're fed. [ A purposeful beat. ] It's kinda her thing. She's a people person.
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[Text] un: Capsulecorp
[Hard not to have that on her mind.]
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hey. what about them?
you want to talk in person?
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delivery. backdated to whichever day was the winter solstice in this city!
the first box labeled for robby unwraps to reveal a modified backpack for a skateboard. the bag itself seems to have started its life as a long messenger bag, but had its stitching pulled, its pieces cut and then restitched into a shape that seems reasonable to carry a standard-sized skateboard. the buckles were sourced from duffle bags. the shoulder strap is padded with a bubble grip so that it does not shift, while allowing the weight to distribute properly along robby's shoulder.
in the last box is a phonecase for robby's device, plastic cover hand-painted with the purple-black of a newly-minted night sky lit in the resplendent blooming of fireworks over the skyline of the city. gently shifting the case from side to side will show the hidden stars in the night done in pinpricks of glitter paint that refuse to dim their light. the picture itself is complete, but when put next to another phone case, the entire night sky is visible in panorama.
the card says thus: ]
To Robby,
Through this, I've learned what a skateboard is. I hadn't known there were so many different kinds, nor that there was so much depth to the type of wheels or the make of the board or whether the electrical type can affect the kind of tricks you are able to do.
In truth, I still haven't quite figured out how to stand on one, but I remembered when you first introduced yourself to the network that you once skated on these. I'd wondered if you still did. May the bag come in hand if you do; I think this place takes too much from us, in truth. What joy we can take back, then, is our own.
You are brave, Robby. Thank you for your courage, and your heart.
May your coming year be as sweet as watermelon, and as fruitful as pomegranates.
With kind regards,
Kaveh
delivery, backdated to Christmas
Around its neck is an equally handmade medal that praises the recipient as the "#1 Boyfriend/Karate Spar Guy/Dancer/Bully ♥"
And no notes. Guess he'll have to wonder who sent this forever. ]
{ christmas morning-ish
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Because it's unusual to be thought of, such as Miss Ives has him. The words are kind (and embarrassing), and while he can't sneakily leave the woman a gift outside her place, he'll settle with sending her a text. ]
Hi Ms. Ives. Thanks for your gift and message. I hope you're having a good day, even if it's not the best place to be spending it. Or any day.
I'll take you up on a card reading sometime. If you want, I know some different kind of dance moves and I can show you them in return. My mom used to make me her dance partner. We can compare styles.
Stay safe -Robby
un: hidden { backdated to after new year's! th-things got lost
it's ok!!
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backdated holiday gift
Still, just to be safe, Daniel leaves the package in front of the door to Robby's apartment, figuring the boy will find it soon enough. It's labeled with his name, and inside the box is a photo frame. It's one of those digital ones, where you can change the photo..
There's already a photo on it right now though. There's two women in the photo, sitting at a table having lunch together. It seems to be a candid shot, since they're not looking at whoever is taking the photograph - instead they seem to be laughing about something together. Robby will recognize both of them. One of the women is Amanda, and the other one is Shannon. It looks to be from about a while ago, going by both of their looks.. probably a little closer to the time Robby was still staying with the LaRussos, back when Shannon went into rehab.
There's a note in the box too: ]
Robby,
It took me a while to get this to somehow work, but seems like I've figured it out. I still had the photo on my own phone from a while back. Sorry that I didn't have a better shot of her, but I figured something is better than nothing.
You should see her this way, not the way this place is trying to make you see her.
- Daniel
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It's not an immediate oh. Robby sees the photo frame first in its off state, then reads the note accompanying it, confused initially, before he takes another look at the frame. Then he realises what it is, one of those fancy things that he's never had a second thought about; and it even takes him actually looking the thing over to understand it's not your every day photo frame to get that far.
But pressing a button, and looking down at what appears, that oh hits him in the same instance as he lays his eyes on the scene taking place: on a certain woman pictured, looking comfortable, content enough. He can't pinpoint when it might've been taken, but also, Robby doesn't actually care.
He just sits there with the photo frame on his lap, staring down at it with a dampening vision. One that blurs more, when he remembers the note.
And he spends a good time with that photo, even when he isn't directly looking at it. Time that he doesn't interrupt with much else, and why he doesn't send Mister LaRusso a text until later on, closer to night. ]
thank you for the gift, mr larusso. i'll treasure it.
[ And sure enough, it'll be visible inside Robby's apartment on a cupboard surface, seen clearly from the couch, whenever Daniel visits. ]
action; soon after the survey goes up
But this time it's not just a general 'checking up on Robby' sort of thing. No, Daniel is here with a more specific purpose this time, even if you wouldn't be able to tell from the way he's standing in front of the door, giving the boy a little smile when Robby opens the door. ]
Hey. Can I come in?
[ Daniel's dog is also with him.
.. and is already parading right into the apartment, past the two humans, without even hearing Robby's answer. Well, it is just an animal.. ]
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(why yes, he did get his door fixed up. thanks for noticing.)
Because if Mister LaRusso's come over, then he's going to talk to him proper, even if the older man is the first to talk. ...and then Robby doesn't even get to say anything because of the dog.
The dog that Robby watches as it circles around his legs to go on in, then shoots Mister LaRusso a disbelieving look. ]
Might as well. [ At least it's in good humour, and he moves away so that Mister LaRusso can come in. He'll find signs of what Robby's been up to: there's books on the coffee table in front of the sofa, his laptop open (though pushed to the back), and it seems like he's been making notes with a pen present.
Robby walks some way in, but then turns before getting too far. ] You want a drink?
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backdated to when Dog came into existence--
In it is a Pekingese, with lil beady eyes and a pink tongue lolling out, looking very much like he's just happy to be here. ]
New guy in my Top 5 guys.
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....does he want to make fun of it? yeah. But maybe he should find out where they rank against each other before he does.
Instead: ] you got him from the science center?
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action; SURPRISE!!!!! (i'll get back to our other tags i swear i just didn't want to forget this)
It's February 4th.
There's a knock at your door.
If you open, there's mister LaRusso standing there on the other side. Probably nothing too surprising, given how often he comes to see Robby.. The benefit of living so close together..
But he's also got.. a mysterious big shopping bag with him? Not to mention that he seems way cheerier than he has the past while - considering it's not quite as easy to seem as happy when The Horrors are hanging right over their heads. But right now? He's definitely smiling from ear to ear at the boy. ]
Hey, Robby. It's a special day today, isn't it?
no this is the only thread i want
So when he opens up the door (and doesn't even bother to peek outside, unlatching straight away), there's a puzzled expression that greets Mister LaRusso in contrast to his own excitement. A look down at the bag, and a noticeable narrowing of Robby's eyes as he starts to think... ]
Did we make plans?
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action; (february, pre-event)
It's how he ends up with the report. It's the last thing Daniel expected to find there, but.. he did. Right there in that cabinet. With Robby's name on it.
He couldn't even read it on the spot. He had to take it back to his apartment, reading it, looking it over. Feeling.. a myriad of emotions, really. So many different ones. There's too many things in the file that give him pause, that give him thoughts.
So he doesn't let Robby know. Not right away. Even if he surely sees the boy in the meantime, he doesn't tell him, keeping it all to himself.
It's only days later that he sends the boy the message. Late at night - not past bedtime, really, but late enough that it's the time Daniel usually closes up the diner to go home. ]
Can you come to the diner?
I have something important to show you.
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If it were earlier in the day, Robby might have a different reaction to the message that comes through on his phone. Instead, there's a thoughtful pause that's followed by the inconvenience of where he's decided to hole himself up and the distance it will take to get to the diner, but it's not one that makes Robby question what he'll do. ]
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[ It just means he'll have to take the train from the district he's in and over to the diner, with another quick message shot over once he's boarded to give an estimate of how long he'll be, just so Mister LaRusso knows he's still on his way.
He could ask what this thing is, but he figures it's something better just to see in person--maybe someone found something. Brought it over. All thoughts that flitter about Robby's head as he has to make the trek to the diner, finally, the street lamps illuminating with what amount of light is still otherwise present, the rain fortunately taking a break currently.
The door opens with a tinkle, familiar, and Robby steps in with an idea of where to look. Will give a 'hey' and a nod to Mister LaRusso if he's within view, but regardless, Robby doesn't rush. It's important, but habit makes Robby take the few seconds to wipe the bottom of his shoes against the door mat.
Hello, Mister LaRusso. Are you at the front of the diner or the back? ]
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