[ It's home that draws Robby to open his eyes--oblivious of the shift, though he was patiently waiting, on it and some cue. But he doesn't know the flow of magic without seeing it more visibly, like how, as he lifts back his head and opens his eyes, looks around them with hands still around Chizuru's own.
Mister LaRusso's dojo has a Japanese touch, but this--this is more, even as scarcely decorated as it may be. ]
This is home? [ --which, does surprise Robby. He's never thought about what home would look like for her, except maybe a crowded room of textbooks and a father hunched over work, and Chizuru there to aid him, read his books, and then be left with them once he disappeared.
This isn't that. Barer than what his own homes had ever been, where poverty can be hidden behind loud colours and cheaply bought furniture always second-hand. Still, Robby is more surprised than anything else, and he figures they should stand, try to look around? And he looks down at his knees, and then their joined hands, and-- ]
Uh-- [ Uh. Hm. ] I don't know if we have to keep holding the stone.
[ ...would it matter, like this? Would he disappear out of this imaginary place? He looks up at Chizuru, a sheepish yet complicated expression pulled across his brow. ]
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Mister LaRusso's dojo has a Japanese touch, but this--this is more, even as scarcely decorated as it may be. ]
This is home? [ --which, does surprise Robby. He's never thought about what home would look like for her, except maybe a crowded room of textbooks and a father hunched over work, and Chizuru there to aid him, read his books, and then be left with them once he disappeared.
This isn't that. Barer than what his own homes had ever been, where poverty can be hidden behind loud colours and cheaply bought furniture always second-hand. Still, Robby is more surprised than anything else, and he figures they should stand, try to look around? And he looks down at his knees, and then their joined hands, and-- ]
Uh-- [ Uh. Hm. ] I don't know if we have to keep holding the stone.
[ ...would it matter, like this? Would he disappear out of this imaginary place? He looks up at Chizuru, a sheepish yet complicated expression pulled across his brow. ]