[Johnny hadn't slept much the last couple nights. It was more of a choice than the fact that he couldn't sleep. He was concerned about suddenly having a handful of kids under his roof that could be in danger from a pissed off Black Eyed Asshole, and Johnny had done enough to screw up his relationship with the last kid who lived here. He didn't want to make that mistake again and he wanted to make sure Paul and his friends were safe.
So he's just laying on a couch in the middle of the dojo with a beer in hand when he hears he cry. He's up on his feet in an instant and he smashes the bottle against the wall to give himself a weapon. ...He was going to hope LaRusso would clean that up tomorrow as part of some stupid form of training.
Either way he's on the move to Paul's "room" and he comes to a skidding halt as he checks to see if there's any sort of danger. No skelebros, no Black Eyes. It looked clear beyond the flames. Johnny cautiously speaks up as he drops the broken bottle.]
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So he's just laying on a couch in the middle of the dojo with a beer in hand when he hears he cry. He's up on his feet in an instant and he smashes the bottle against the wall to give himself a weapon. ...He was going to hope LaRusso would clean that up tomorrow as part of some stupid form of training.
Either way he's on the move to Paul's "room" and he comes to a skidding halt as he checks to see if there's any sort of danger. No skelebros, no Black Eyes. It looked clear beyond the flames. Johnny cautiously speaks up as he drops the broken bottle.]
Paul? Kid? You awake?