Robby "major sensei issues" Keene (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 09:59 pm
strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 09:59 pm
[meme, psls, etc]
out of game psls, threads, etc.
out of game psls, threads, etc.
out of game psls, threads, etc.
out of game psls, threads, etc.
( for senseisam )
That's what you do, when you don't own anything to begin with: you lie to yourself, and about a lot of things. Now, there's just a frustration in his stomach when he has to concede to his circumstances and stay over at night so he isn't sleeping with the stars. He isn't so stubborn as to pick the streets over a roof; he's had enough of that kind of roughing it out, and maybe the begrudging taste in the back of his throat over coming to the dojo has soured less, with a night or two. There's still plenty he's angry over, there's plenty he wants to chew out Mister LaRusso over.
...And then there's the sides of himself, warring over one another: the part of him that doesn't want to think the last few months were all a mistake, and the one that's telling him to see it for what it was. Mister LaRusso never really trusted you; Sam's gone back with Miguel. You were just a handy distraction.
He doesn't want to believe in either. He especially doesn't want to think about Sam.
At least it's easier to be mad over what you know for certain.
And coming to Miyagi-do once the night hits, Robby's thoughts usually go to Mister LaRusso before Sam. That anger in his gut, the tension in his shoulders; he carries it most of the day, nothing to do but sort out his parole, and think, like he didn't spend all his time in juvie doing that. A sensei who betrayed him, a dad who couldn't give a shit about him long enough to be one.
Yeah, he's got a lot to be sour over. Only, there's a night that's different when Robby goes to the dojo, once the sky's littered with stars: there's another car. One outside of the classic collection, and it's a car Robby knows--of course he knows that car. It drops the building apprehension from his gut when he sees it, stopping him, wondering if he's sure it's hers, or maybe it could be Mister LaRusso; and he worries about going ahead into the dojo to find out, a creeping fear in him for what he hasn't wanted to confront.
(What if she's moved on? What if she blames him? What if he's too broken for her to want to deal with? He put Miguel in a coma, he didn't e-mail her. Why would she want to be with him?)
But even if that worry is there, stops him outside the front of the dojo, it's not just fear he feels. He hasn't seen her in months, he never got to her e-mails; he wants to see her, and he knows he can't keep putting it off. Even if that longing in him is buried with every other bad thing running through his mind, the knowledge he could be psyching himself up when it isn't her at all--Robby walks into the dojo, careful with each of the doors. Careful to wipe his shoes outside before he enters, and he finds the door leading out into the garden open, the lantern lights on.
He pauses while still inside, just so he can try and glimpse her; make sure it is her, before he approaches the threshold. His heart in his throat, every part of him expecting the worst.
"...Sam."
It doesn't stop him from calling out to her with that a longing, hesitant as it is. His eyes on her, hoping there's still one person who believes in him.
Who still cares.
Re: ( for senseisam )
She wrote Robby when he was in jail and wondered why he never responded. She just figured he had a lot going on in prison, but she wanted to be there for him no matter what. She loved Robby and that was never going to change. Even if people confronted her because of what happened to Miguel she stood her ground and made sure Robby was never mentioned.
Going to Miyagi-Do was a place she always felt safe. Her father created it and thankfully she was alone right now, gazing up at the starry sky above. Hearing her name... hearing his voice she thought she was hearing things. Then she turned and smiled seeing her boyfriend standing there looking as handsome as ever.
"Robby!" She stood from her spot and running towards him, hugging him tightly. She couldn't believe he was standing there. Her father did mention Robby's release, but she wasn't sure if it was true or not.
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And maybe he's just been so lonely, that the sound of her surprise so positive makes Robby come towards her, even if he doesn't rush as she does. But the impact of her, her arms wrapping around him and soft touch of her body to his, the grip of her limps and the smell of her perfume--the conflicted feelings inside him crumble easily, and Robby's returning the hug, his arms wrapping around to her back, face burying against the crook of her neck and hair.
He sinks in to the feel of her, just for a moment. He's missed this contact. He's missed her. And he doesn't want to imagine her being any further from him when he lets her go, the idea of her and Miguel...
Tory was wrong. Robby wants her to have been wrong, as he does finally lean back his head, loosen his arms just a little so he can look at Sam face to face. It doesn't mean he lets her go, but his gaze does drop a few times despite trying to look her in the eye. There's not just a drunk kiss between them, is there?
"Hey." Still, he speaks up. They have so much to talk about, but where to even start? His lips roll together. "I missed you."
He really did.