[ But time moves on, and Robby finds his body less heavy, head less so. Emptier than he was, and not on the verge of tears. He doesn't hurry to bring the conversation up; they might eat dinner before that, if Mister LaRusso decides to tell him when it's ready, or Robby can find it later. Just as he will his sensei in time; when he finds himself becoming tired of isolation, and seeking comfort in company.
He might've lingered in the indoor dojo anyway, even without Mister LaRusso already there, the soft sound of his clippers. It's always a quiet space, unassuming, somewhere separated from the rest of the house by design. Robby enters without greeting, closes the door. A shame, that it's likely he'd be heard for it, as there's a peace to the sound of the occasional snips of the blades that he lingers on before dealing with the door.
But with it closed behind his back, Robby does step more inside the dojo. The subject on his mind, but something else too. A delicate subject, but even so: ]
Did you used to sit and listen to Mister Miyagi work on his bonsais?
[ Because Robby thinks he would have liked it, personally, and can't help but wonder if Mister LaRusso was ever the same; as he comes to sit somewhere in the man's proximity, but not right by. A spot he can be looked to, and Robby can see him and the tree being trimmed. ]
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He might've lingered in the indoor dojo anyway, even without Mister LaRusso already there, the soft sound of his clippers. It's always a quiet space, unassuming, somewhere separated from the rest of the house by design. Robby enters without greeting, closes the door. A shame, that it's likely he'd be heard for it, as there's a peace to the sound of the occasional snips of the blades that he lingers on before dealing with the door.
But with it closed behind his back, Robby does step more inside the dojo. The subject on his mind, but something else too. A delicate subject, but even so: ]
Did you used to sit and listen to Mister Miyagi work on his bonsais?
[ Because Robby thinks he would have liked it, personally, and can't help but wonder if Mister LaRusso was ever the same; as he comes to sit somewhere in the man's proximity, but not right by. A spot he can be looked to, and Robby can see him and the tree being trimmed. ]