It doesn't feel good, conceding. That small smile that's still understanding and warm, the words delivered with it. It doesn't get rid of the itch, the bothersome bug in him, the discomfort in not knowing what complying will bring--giving their captors what they want, possibly leading to a stronger control on them, somehow.
Robby sits there chewing on his inner cheek, looking at Mister LaRusso, until he finally exhales, deeply, shoulders sinking some as he drops his gaze onto his phone. ]
... alright. [ Fine. ] I'll do it.
[ Maybe not immediately, but--he says he will, so he will. ]
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It doesn't feel good, conceding. That small smile that's still understanding and warm, the words delivered with it. It doesn't get rid of the itch, the bothersome bug in him, the discomfort in not knowing what complying will bring--giving their captors what they want, possibly leading to a stronger control on them, somehow.
Robby sits there chewing on his inner cheek, looking at Mister LaRusso, until he finally exhales, deeply, shoulders sinking some as he drops his gaze onto his phone. ]
... alright. [ Fine. ] I'll do it.
[ Maybe not immediately, but--he says he will, so he will. ]