[There was no warning, no knock, nothing. Oscar Pine just let himself inside.
Having spent the better part of July in and out of Paul's head, he had learned a few things about the layout of the refitted warehouse he had tried to egg earlier in the season. That being-- he knew how to get in.
He decided to put this knowledge to good use.
Promises had been made over the course of July in order to buy some peace and quiet while he sorted through his own affairs and found his way back to his body (with a little help). After a few weeks of finding his feet once again, he was making good on that promise... and, with kind words and a hushed voice, he led the large, black stallion he had met during his first month in the Dream around the back and through a rear entry.
...Yes, there's a Horse in the Dojo. One with an imperious demeanor-- but also one that kept snuffling at Oscar's now mismatched fringe while the skinny teen started unpacking the bag he had tucked against the saddle. Chuckling at the horse, he pulled out a sugar cookie to distract his long time companion and set to work.
Tray after tray of brownies were pulled out and lined up on one of the tables in the corner, along with a massive jar of maraschino cherries that had a little note attached that read: For Sensei Johnny in large, neat letters.
Ignore the stray bits of glitter on the trays and the excess of sprinkles. He had help.
Cobra Kai (Eagle Fang?) Dojo + Bone House Refugees + Friends
[There was no warning, no knock, nothing. Oscar Pine just let himself inside.
Having spent the better part of July in and out of Paul's head, he had learned a few things about the layout of the refitted warehouse he had tried to egg earlier in the season. That being-- he knew how to get in.
He decided to put this knowledge to good use.
Promises had been made over the course of July in order to buy some peace and quiet while he sorted through his own affairs and found his way back to his body (with a little help). After a few weeks of finding his feet once again, he was making good on that promise... and, with kind words and a hushed voice, he led the large, black stallion he had met during his first month in the Dream around the back and through a rear entry.
...Yes, there's a Horse in the Dojo. One with an imperious demeanor-- but also one that kept snuffling at Oscar's now mismatched fringe while the skinny teen started unpacking the bag he had tucked against the saddle. Chuckling at the horse, he pulled out a sugar cookie to distract his long time companion and set to work.
Tray after tray of brownies were pulled out and lined up on one of the tables in the corner, along with a massive jar of maraschino cherries that had a little note attached that read: For Sensei Johnny in large, neat letters.
Ignore the stray bits of glitter on the trays and the excess of sprinkles. He had help.
But, mostly...
He was glad to be just himself again.]