deercountry | (closed) december catchall

As the hug ends, Mister LaRusso's face coming into view and the less shaky hold of it, Robby lets his eyes find the older man's, his own arm lingering around the side of him before it's sensible to let his limbs return to himself. But already, he misses the cool warmth that comes with Mister LaRusso's touch, the one Robby can pretend to feel in their still-close proximity. He doesn't get this often, and this isn't the same as when he holds Tory, or anyone else.

(It's really a shame this isn't Mister LaRusso's place--he might feel bolder, and be bolder.)

But, he's listening. A small lift of his gaze, a second where the words continue, and Robby needs a second to process what they mean. 'But I'm so glad you're back.' Like he was ever gone, but he was--gone from Miyagi-do, and gone from a few of their lives until he washed ashore like so many before him. It's bittersweet, wistful on the mind; calls up those wishes and regrets that live in their past, but are still close enough to come to mind when things like this are said.

Robby's head dips with the sentiment, letting that wistful angle soften, and a better thought than 'well, it's easier to visit when your daughter isn't my ex' to come to mind. But nothing so wildly different when he lifts his head again, a small huff preceding a somewhat joking remark:

"I think even with all the monsters and everything else around here, we've had an easier time than connecting than we would've back in the Valley. I didn't know what I was going to do about karate."

Because Cobra Kai wasn't an option, and Miyagi-do and Eagle Fang... well. That was what it was: a closed down sign.

Daniel huffs, before remarking dryly: "Well, that makes two of us."

The dryness isn't aimed at Robby at all though - it's mostly just aimed at the kind of situation they were dealing with back home, if anything. Sure, Daniel had a tad more of an idea what he was going to do back there, but it's not like the plan was entirely fleshed out beyond 'invite Chozen over and find some way to take Silver down.'

There's still kind of a middle step missing in that plan before that end result is achieved, after all.

"I never imagined that one day I'd be teaching kids how to avoid fights with monsters. Or how to defend themselves if they'd get in one." Daniel shakes his head. Sure, in theory it's nothing different than what he started out with - wanting kids to be able to protect themselves, to not let the bullies win - but it's on another level entirely when the bullies aren't just slightly mean teenagers. "Life sometimes takes a real turn when you least expect it."

Robby didn't flinch like he might've at the remark. His part in that reason why, though he hasn't forgotten it. But there's a distance, a kind of acceptance to it, where he ducks his head in a nod more towards their mutual situation.

...well, not entirely mutual. Mister LaRusso still had an entire life outside of karate, while he had let his bitterness stop him from examining his life outside of it. For the good that did. But he knows it's not that simple, either, for the man: who became a sensei to help others, who worried about in the seat across from him of hurting others by becoming a sensei again. If he could do it, if it wouldn't all lead to the same result.

Still, Robby tilts his head slightly, offers with a joking intent: "You could get into the transport business in town? Be a real innovator. Bet the people who travel between the farms and town wouldn't mind vehicles that got them through the woods easier."

Yes, Mister LaRusso's a car dealer, not a car...inventor. If only. Robby is surely on a winning business idea.

It's not quite a turn in the conversation he expected, no matter how joking, and it takes Daniel aback - just for the briefest moment.

Just enough that the sound he lets out this time definitely sounds more amused.

"Do you miss the dealership that much?" Yes, because that's clearly why Robby is making this joking suggestion, right. For his own sake, and not for Daniel's, clearly. Because he misses his nice name-printed shirt...

Though the idea of trying to convince the locals that cars are useful is kind of a funny one. Daniel can already imagine how they'd react.. Even his car selling powers of persuasion might not do much there.

".. though I do have a car that runs on blood magic now, so maybe I have found a hole in the market."

Never questioned what mister Miyagi's car was still driving on, huh, Robby. Maybe Daniel was the car inventor all along!! (No, he just got some help..)

Wow, yes, this is about Robby wanting a dealership around for a shirt. He'd have an honest answer (though, does he need one?) if the idea of a blood-powered car wasn't enough to distract him, his brows tugging close.

"What, like coldblood blood? Or one of those lunar balls?"

Do those count as blood magic? They're magic at least, and that's enough to throw them into the same category for a guy like Robby. And those orbs do work like electricity around here...somehow.

"Like coldblood blood," Daniel repeats, confirming it with a nod. "Instead of gas."

Because that was the main problem, really. Sure, the car still somehow - miraculously, Daniel would say - worked after showing up after him from the ocean, but it's not like they exactly have gas stations anywhere here in Trench. Daniel knew that he'd just run out of it after a while, even with how little he uses the car in the first place.

"I talked to someone about it, and apparently they had a few ideas about how to get it to run on that instead." Not that.. Daniel knows the full mechanics of it. Sure, he knows about car mechanics, but it's when blood magic gets involved that it starts getting a little too complicated for him. "So they helped me adjust it, so I can keep it running, even here."

This would have been such a weird conversation by their own world's standards, huh.

It's a strange thing, what you can get used to after being stuck in a place like this for a few months.

He huffs, before returning to the slightly lighter note, with: "Though I still don't think it's going to be a huge success among the locals here."

You know, this hypothetical LaRusso Autos: Trench edition. Clearly Daniel's side business next to LaRusso Pasta. All very real.

This is a very weird conversation, even by the standards of Trench. ...okay, more like Robby's standards in Trench, where it's weird, but the type of weird you accept with a shrug and acknowledgement because you know there's weirder shit out there than magic blood-fuelled cars.

"That's a shame," Robby remarks about the business venture failing before it begins. He might ask more about running cars off of blood magic, if he actually cared. Perhaps one day in the future, if he ever wants his own vehicle. But his thoughts are more with Mister LaRusso, a curiosity coming from the subject.

"You're happy staying a full time sensei? You don't mind it?"

He doesn't have an itch to be doing more? Which isn't really strange, but this is still a man who ran a dealership and took up being a sensei at the same time. Is it enough? Fulfilling?

But the questioning isn't that deep, it's casual, even if there's a sliver of another question there.

Are you as happy as you can be here?

(Excluding missing family members.)

Honestly, the unsaid question here is a little bit harder than the one that's actually being verbalized. After all, the matter of whether he's happy here, whether he's okay - it's something so rooted in the sense of deep loss he has whenever he thinks of his loved ones back home that he can never give a good answer to it.

So he ignored it, tucks it away. Thinks about it in a more simple way. Sure, Daniel has always had trouble defining who he is without doing so in terms of other people - a father, a husband, a teacher, a student - but it's not like he doesn't have different people here to anchor himself with in that sense.

"Yeah." So he can at least answer that question affirmatively, sounding like he means it. "If I'm going to be stuck here anyway, I might as well do what I can to help kids."

That's always what has been most fulfilling to Daniel. Sure, he doesn't mind the dealership, but-- nothing quite gives him those same warm fuzzy feelings as helping out kids, as making sure they're alright. Both here and back home.

Only a faint hint of wryness slips into his tone as he admits: "I know what I've said before."

A conversation that feels so long ago now, way closer to when Robby first showed up in this place. A talk about a dojo, and being a sensei, and Daniel's intense fear of screwing up rearing its head.

It's not like it's gone now, but--

".. guess I'm doing alright so far though."

Or. Well. None of his students here have complained. He likes to think he's doing better this time around - hopefully, anyway. Especially with the biggest example of the student he'd like to do right by the most is standing right in front of him now.

It's not a question that's deep, or one that needs to be, returned with a deep answer. The thought of what Robby's doing here himself, what to do, who to be, has been on his mind most of the time. Still is, in that he has learning and training to keep him occupied, but does that mean he's doing anything?

Responsibility and fitting in is a struggling question. It's what made Robby wonder if being only a sensei is enough for Mister LaRusso, even if the idea of anyone else only being one isn't weird.

...maybe it is a deep question after all, but Robby's fine with Mister LaRusso's initial answer. It's fair, and if you know what you can do, why not do it? But he then goes on, and Robby pauses as he remembers what Mister LaRusso is referring to--the conversation back in his living room. Oh.

He lets go of the small breath he was holding onto, offering a small pinch of his lips.

"I'd tell you if you weren't," Robby teases--or half-teases. And, slowly, "...I still think you can clue everyone into why they're painting fences and washing cars from the beginning, but it's good too--people can practice it even when they're cleaning at home."

It was pretty useful to share with Chizuru that way.

Still: it's a very light criticism. Got to be gentle when it comes to Miyagi-do.

Robby hasn't realised that he has unlocked a secret cheat code where he can actually say this sort of stuff - especially when he's saying it lightly - without Daniel spiralling. Mostly, anyway. And Daniel has actually let some people know about that a little earlier than he would have back home, but is he going to say that out loud?

Of course not. He's got to keep up the Miyagi-do preservation front, right. What if people decide to take a mile after he budges an inch?

"I'll have you know that no one else has called the chores shitty yet."

It's a bit of a lighter remark than anything he said a moment ago though - maybe on purpose, to show that he isn't bothered at all by Robby saying this, if Daniel is able to just lightly rib the boy in turn.

"Midoriya actually started figuring it out about a few minutes in, after he started to compare it to.." Daniel's voice trails off as he tries to recall, and he frowns a little in uncertainty of his own memory when he adds: ".. microwaving eggs?"

That sounds right. Yet still weird at the same time.

...eggs? Excuse Robby as he just. Looks confused as that. He wants to ask, but Mister LaRusso doesn't sound as sure himself, so is it even worth it? There's a counter-point he has to this anyway, which is way easier to focus on than...microwaving eggs.

"Oscar was pretty sure it was a scam to get free labour and kept complaining." ...and said a bunch of weird things, but that's what the 'kept complaining' is for. But Robby's amused as he retells it, adding absently: "I never did get to ask him what I got out of helping you get the fence painted for free."

Well. "He still did it."

Said with a shrug. Time off from painting the fences for Mister LaRusso? What a weird idea. That was a guy who could've done with being told up front, buuuut--maybe Robby was up for him getting trolled a little.

With karate practice.

There's some internal amusement, because that sure is one of the people Daniel ended up being a little bit more direct with, if not just because Oscar kept going on about it so much that he was starting to feel a little bit bad for the kid..

But rather than addressing that, Daniel has something else to say. Something very important. All that talk about the bracelet, and that talk right before Daniel got so emotionally overwhelmed he had to hug Robby? Clearly nothing in the face of this.

The face of Daniel shrugging, and then casually adding: "He said my hair was boring."

Oscar sure says Some Things, doesn't he.

Didn't he say something like that to Robby too? He thinks about it for half-a-second before he actually figures to look from Mister LaRusso's face to his hair, back again....again...

...with an expression growing something close to a grimace that accumulates to Robby giving Mister LaRusso a sheepish, dragged out hum in place of a 'Weelllllllllll.'

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm--"

So cruel to a sensei who was just a moment ago on the verge of tears.

.. he should have seen this coming.

After all, Robby is still very much a teenager. And of course a teenager would absolutely take this chance for this sort of teasing of a poor old man. It's a good thing that while Daniel's feelings are still a little tender after the moment they shared just now, he can recognize this for the teasing joke it is, and so he just nods, his lips tightly pressed together in wry amusement.

"I'll make sure to remember that one."

Ominous words. You never know when this will be returned to you one day, Robby.

(Probably never. Daniel is much too weak, and even more so to the kid standing in front of him right now.)

"And I also think I should also let you enjoy your Christmas dinner here," especially since this probably is a rare occasion to Robby, having it with a whole bunch of people, unlike the way it usually is busy over at the LaRusso's.. "rather than hogging you all to myself."

The act breaks at the warning, a huff of laughter escaping and leaving his face smiling after; dimples pinched there from the pull of it. It's good to get to be silly, and he thinks they both need it after everything--everything this month has been, especially. It's not Mister LaRusso's own family, a Christmas dinner that he might be familiar with, but--

they can all do with good things.

"Alright," Robby agrees, even if he's enjoying himself. "You should tell Mob a story about karate. Guy gets invested in anything you tell him."

Maybe not even about karate, and it's an affectionate statement, for sure. He deserves good things, in Robby's opinion.

"Oh, don't worry. Half his Christmas present is karate wisdom."

It's a statement that's mostly a joke, but when Daniel is the one saying it, can you ever truly be sure about that..

(It's mostly just going to be warm clothes and Daniel telling him to stay warm, let's be real.)

There's a hand reaching out, a last faint squeeze of Robby's shoulder coupled with a smile, and then Daniel is actually heading over towards Mob to make sure the kid also gets his Christmas present.

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