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(closed) march catchall
Who: Ange (entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.
What: March shenanigans.
When: During all of March.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.
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entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.What: March shenanigans.
When: During all of March.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.
( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at
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Or in this case, a sensei caught in the kitchen doing some stress baking to try and deal with his feelings.
Sure, he tried karate first after putting down his Omni, moving to the dojo to try and get the feelings out with some kata, trying to center himself again.. but he was too agitated for that to work, and doing kata while he feels on edge never feels great.
Hence Daniel indulging in a different way of dealing with his feelings. This is productive, he's told himself. At least the kids will be able to eat these cookies during class later, he's told himself. Even if he was squatting there on the kitchen floor, staring at the oven like it has single-handedly caused every bad thing in his life. (Apparently the stress-sulk doesn't go away that easily.)
He only barely manages to avoid hitting his head when he stands back up way too quickly, eyes momentarily widened in surprise, though Daniel is quick to try and shake off the initial reaction. ]
No, I was just--
[ Bad feelings rise up like nausea in his throat upon seeing Robby, upon actually looking at the boy. Feelings that aren't really aimed at him as much as they just center around him, all clustered up into a cloud of worry that Daniel will never, could never, be the real dad here.
While said real dad doesn't even have to do as much as lift a finger to have the boy take his side. Doesn't even have to put in a quarter of the effort that Daniel puts in on the daily.
Shame that rises at the thought - it's childish, and dumb, and he shouldn't be thinking it, what would mister Miyagi even think of him if he knew - fights with the innate urge to sulk, but Daniel - as always - only sees one way to deal with it all. Shoving it down, brushing it under the carpet, away from sight. He swallows, breathes, and tries to embody a calm he doesn't feel whatsoever right now. ]
.. just making some cookies. [ He may be able to reach the calm at least partially, but it leaves him with very little spirit in his voice as he gestures at the oven with one hand. ] For class later.
[ Look, sometimes an old man is a little too busy dealing with his emotions to really pay attention to the crate Robby is carrying. ]
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Robby thinks anyone could read the mood around Mister LaRusso well right now. He's not hiding, or not decently; with the way he struggles around his words listlessly, and Robby figures he can get it. His dad, Darth Maul, all that--he doesn't blame the older man for feeling not all that cheery. For being mad, even, despite not looking that upset.
He's heard about stress baking before. Is that what he's witnessing right now? Eyes looking down at the oven at the gesture, only just seeing the outlines of what's inside. Robby slowly nods in acknowledgement, thinking of the right course of action here.
And it's okay that Mister LaRusso isn't paying attention to the crate. Robby puts that down on the nearest available surface, a ] Yeah? [ as he turns to Mister LaRusso instead, walks over to join him as if he's particularly interested in seeing the cookies up close. But the cookies are just an excuse: one that brings him side-by-side with the man, Robby looking at the oven for a good second before he angles his head in Mister LaRusso's direction. ]
...I'm sorry you had to put up with my dad today. And Maul. And everyone joking about you and my dad getting together... and me taking my dad's side. [ Can't forget that part.
But surprise: his intentions for being stood here aren't in the cookies at all. Robby finally looks up at Mister LaRusso, a sympathetic hold of his brow, his skewed smile present, too. ]
I know he overreacts--and throws you into it, too. You deserve to get back at him.
[ Even if there's an obvious but, or why Robby didn't do that. ]
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It's already a little hard with just the words. Just how often has anyone come to him to actually say this sort of thing after he's had a hard time?
Hardly ever.
Still, maybe it's that unsaid but hanging in the words that has Daniel not making eye contact with Robby, something slowly creeping into his features that's a little more pouty. (As pouty as an old man can be, anyway.) ]
It's not like it was my first time putting up with your father. [ God. Understatement of the year.
Though Daniel likes to think he's presenting it more as a factual counterpoint than as a sulk. Even though it doesn't lean quite as heavily in the direction he'd like in reality. ]
Or Maul. And I'm sure it won't be the last.
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[ If Mister LaRusso wants to keep to the facts, then Robby can too: an acknowledgement, and he can handle the man not looking at him. They can both find the oven very fascinating in the meantime, because it's not looks that are important right now.
It's words, which Robby has more of to spare. ]
But you do. And I know you've done it before for me. [ Well, with his father. The less said about Maul right now, the better. ] And you try for my dad too, but my dad is--my dad. [ So.
So they both know what that means without explanation. A single pause can say so much.
And an oven can say so little. Robby decides that giving Mister LaRusso the excuse not to look at him back won't help him break the man, so he turns the small steps to face him, the same soft expression still worn. ]
...I just know how posts with my dad goes, and- [ a beat, an exhale, ] --I knew he'd catch on to me teasing you and like it? I'm trying that being a better son thing.
[ That he talked about. But Robby's aware of what he just said, the words picked, and how his being a son to someone isn't just relevant to his dad. ...His dad dad. It flutters in him something embarrassed, and Robby turns back again with the words that push up in his throat; his gaze averted from Mister LaRusso's, and he rolls his wrist to rub against his hand the coldstone bracelet he always wears there. ]
To him, [ he tries to say clearly, and damn,
look at that oven.
That is an interesting oven to behold. ]
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Or he could tell Robby that there's no need for the boy to say any of this. It's not like Daniel doesn't understand why things went down the way they did, even if he's out here sulking about it all the same. Robby and Johnny getting closer is a good thing, it's something he's actively tried to encourage on both of their ends in this town. He wants them to have more than just a working relationship. He wants there to be a thriving one, so Johnny will better himself for Robby, and so Robby will feel like he's got more support in this place that frightens him so much.
Those are all good things. Things Daniel would love to see.
.. it just feels hard to view it from an entirely selfless angle. It'd sure be nice, huh? If he could view this completely impartially. If he could just be happy for them without throwing a little pity party for himself. Maybe a part of him will always be the kid getting shoved down a hill.
It makes him a little scared to even accept those last words for what they are, even when there's a part of his heart ready to greedily accept them. Because Robby has to be thinking of the conversation they had before - why else would he bother clarifying? But on the other hand, Robby hadn't mentioned anything about it since, and Daniel had promised himself to stick to his words. Nothing has to change if Robby doesn't want it to. ]
.. it's okay, Robby. [ It almost feels like he has to force out the words, but he managed to actually say them. ] I get it. You did well.
[ Daniel isn't sure why he's saying it when it feels like reaching into his own chest and ripping out his heart - but thinking about it again, he does know why, because he'd do that a million times over for Robby's sake, as long as it was to reassure and comfort him. ]
It can't be easy seeing your dad getting harassed by everyone. [ Daniel included.
Even with both of them staring at the oven, Robby may actually be able to catch Daniel's gaze momentarily turning towards the teen, staring into his eyes on the reflection that covers the baking cookies beyond. It lingers for a moment, a twitch of his lips like he tries to smile reassuringly before it's gone again. ]
So it's alright. You don't have to force anything just because you found your sensei [ .. ugh. Does he have to use accurate words to describe what he's doing right now. Because he'd rather not. ] sulking in the kitchen.
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He thinks he could figure it out, but listening to Mister LaRusso, he does feel the chill, stormy weathers that could cause him to retract. A soft rejection, or so it seems. It's disheartening, if confusing--because is that what Mister LaRusso thinks? That any of this is him forcing it, like this isn't what they are? Or is it because of what he included at the end?
Or there's more to it, a layer--something said on the network?--that Robby isn't privy to after he stopped reading. He looks at the man once, and then away, figuring out his heart. It'd be easy to back away, Mister LaRusso now giving him the out. ]
I'm not forcing it, [ he says gently, yet firm. He's stopped fiddling with the bracelet, but his hand hasn't dropped away. ] You're not just a sensei to me--you haven't been for a long time. You've always had [ a beat ] your own special box to me. Somewhere outside of everyone.
[ He tightens his grip, his chest already in a vice of its own. ] Sometimes I think I know what it is, and then I don't. You're...someone more than a dad. I feel safe with you, and I like it whenever we're together.
[ He's gambling, playing a game of risk, carefully looking over at Mister LaRusso, licking his lips. ]
Does that sound strange?
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Except that's not what Robby does here. Instead he addresses it directly. Very directly, especially as he speaks on more and more.
In a way Daniel is momentarily unsure of. After all - does it sound strange? Maybe a little, especially since the way Daniel put his feelings into words was a little more neat, if not a little awkward because of the associations with that term on Robby's end.
But as he finally turns his head to properly look at Robby.. Maybe he understands it a little, he thinks. After all, Daniel presented the feelings as fatherly, but.. what would Robby know about those? Granted, it's not like Daniel ever had the best idea either when his father died so young, when he had to grasp onto the remainders of fading memories, of stories from his mother, of old photographs. But he had a present and loving father, even if it was just for a little while. Robby, in comparison-- how would he know what it's like when someone has fatherly feelings for you? Is it someone who doesn't try for you most of the time? Who starts to try, and then keeps failing? It's not exactly the most positive of connotations.
Maybe that's why the boy is putting it like this. Isn't it the same way Daniel may have described what mister Miyagi was to him, when the word 'father' doesn't really feel like it encompasses everything there either? Something more than a sensei, someone who's more special than anyone else.
(Though, with the kind of person Daniel is, the idea of anyone viewing him the way he viewed mister Miyagi feels.. impossible, almost. Because it's only natural that he viewed mister Miyagi that way, a man who was so amazing, so good, but Daniel-- he's not that in comparison. Not by a long shot.)
All the thoughts moving through his mind means he's quiet for a few moments, like he truly needs a moment in his own mind to process all of this, even as he's already looking at Robby. His teeth dig into his lower lip for a moment, thinking, but then he slowly shakes his head as an answer. ]
No. I.. know it's hard to sometimes put these sorts of things into words.
[ Even if there's a huge part of what Robby is trying to convey here that is flying right over Daniel's head. He has no idea. ]
And I understand the whole "dad" thing is.. complicated to you. [ TO SAY THE LEAST.. Thanks, Johnny. ] I'm not sure if I could've put it into words any better either when it comes to mister Miyagi.
[ He smiles faintly at Robby, something almost apologetic in its edges, not realising he's actually not fully understanding it here at all.
He slowly inhales and then exhales, managing to find the words that feel right. ]
I just want to be someone who's good to you. [ It's.. well, it's true, but it does leave out the fact that Daniel wants to be special to Robby. That the other implying he is actually lights something up inside of his chest. His desire to see Robby happy may be selfless in nature, something he'd do even if the other didn't feel this way about him, but it's not like he doesn't like this, doesn't want this. ] So if I make you feel safe.. I'm very glad for that. That's all I want to do.
[ Especially in this place, and with how determined it seems to try and break Robby down. ]
.. I guess I just got a little jealous of your father back there.
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(Or maybe you're exactly like the outcast in normal society you've always felt, destined to be the lower dredges. He doesn't even feel that guilty about the idea. Why should he feel guilty if he can make Mister LaRusso happy?)
But he doesn't want to dishearten the man, is the thing. Like he's someone lesser, just the safer option between him and his dad. Robby watches Mister LaRusso, his eyes on him, and hopes--for now--he doesn't see any deeper. His gaze ducks a few sheepish times (yeah, maybe the dad thing is complicated to a guy like him, and putting Mister LaRusso on the same level as Mister Miyagi feels...wrong), and though Mister LaRusso seems to understand, it doesn't feel like enough.
No, just seeing himself as safer isn't enough. ]
You don't have to be jealous of my dad. [ Robby chuckles on a breath, rocking on his feet. He could say so much more, how good it is living here, how he's never felt as close to someone as Mister LaRusso in a long time; go on a few more spiels to make the man break, face beaming with his smile. The wrinkles, the weathering skin, and Robby's taking in that face now as he considers what it is he should say. Do.
He acts quickly, once he knows. A single step, his body leaning in, and his hand rests on the older man's arm gingerly, just for support--so he can set a kiss on Mister LaRusso's cheek, lingering no longer than a second before he pulls back. His insides are frantic, his skin heating, and he wants to look at Mister LaRusso and his reaction, but his own embarrassment sinks his head.
...which might be a good thing, though he would have felt it: the way there's ice forming on his right hand, expanding around his palm and sneaking up his fingertips. A small 'Ah' escapes him, and Robby fiddles to brush it off, but now the ice just wants to cling to his other hand.
Hold on, let him take the bracelet off entirely, hands fumbling at the work. Oh no, this is so uncool.......!! ]
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Even if Daniel's is a little different. It's not one that has to do with knowing you carried out an action, like on Robby's end, but instead it's something that's much more wrapped around surprise. If there was anything he didn't see coming in this moment, it was this. Sure, the action itself may not be totally foreign to him - Sam did it often enough, after all. But it's one thing to expect it from the daughter you've watched grow up for all her life, and it's another thing to expect it.. well, here.
Not that it makes it a bad thing. Just a thing that momentarily stuns Daniel, even as what just happened slowly seeps through into his brain, coupled with the fond words added before it. You don't have to be jealous of my dad.
He turns to look at the boy while Robby is busy freaking out over the sudden ice on his hands. Despite the surprised fluster that initially came over Daniel, still lingering somewhere within him, the man seems so much calmer than Robby himself as he reaches out to grab the boy's hands, the ice retreating underneath Daniel's touch so naturally until it disappears entirely.
It's at that point that he's smiling over at Robby. Maybe it's not a wide ear-to-ear grin, but it's mostly since there's something a little more to this smile. Something so warm and fond.
Daniel is a man who pours so much of himself into everything - and especially into the people around him. His family, his students, his employees, his clients-- all the people he meets, even here in Trench. And there are enough times where all that goodwill and helpfulness is just taken for granted, or never reciprocated. Daniel is used to it by now, and he's never let that stopped him from doing the right or the kind thing in the first place.
But that doesn't take away that it makes this always feel extra special. Feeling such strong emotions about someone else, and knowing that it's mutual. That someone cares just as much about you as you care about them.
If Robby can stand at all to look at Daniel while the man is staring at him, he may notice that a sensei's eyes are getting a little shiny in the watery sort of way-- b-but pay that no mind, he's just feeling a lot right now, okay..
There probably isn't much time to see it anyway before Daniel uses the way he's holding the boy's hand to pull him in closer, one arm moving around Robby's back to pull him closer into a hug, and the other hand moving up higher to ruffle the boy's hair at the same time. ]
.. thanks, Robby. [ There's an only barely contained emotion in that tone.
There have been many times, even here in Trench, where Daniel felt he didn't deserve this sort of thing. Not coming from Robby of all people - the person Daniel maybe let down more than anyone else in his life.
He's not questioning it right now though. He's just wholeheartedly accepting it, as overwhelming as it is. ]
Never forget how lucky I feel to have you here.
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He doesn't. Robby looks back at him instead, a shy smile on his own lips, his heart knocking against his ribcage as it grows. Until he's pulled in, closer than he'd been just a second ago, the firm wrap of an arm around his back noticeable and warm.
(Chilly, but warm. The contradiction of Mister LaRusso's touch.)
And this is it, isn't it? An example of what he was talking about, his uncertain mind, his inability to keep Mister LaRusso in the same box. When he messes with his hair, speaks so fondly near his ear, and Robby feels a kind of déjà vu. A mom he hasn't seen in so long: the way she would kiss him, or he might kiss her, and suddenly, so easily, he falls for his own lie.
This parental echo isn't what he wanted just moments before, but it releases hesitations he'd had before the kiss, after it; words that seem so logical to say, that he wants to. And while Mister LaRusso talks about being lucky, Robby lifting his own arms to wrap around Mister LaRusso's back-- ]
Love you too, Mister LaRusso. [ --he buries himself into the new temptation, and into the embrace. There's still certain words he might not have the courage for, but others, they're more familiar. Not the first time spoken, and not used for another man that Mister LaRusso had spoken about being jealous over.
And this feeling--Robby knows it's similar enough, one they might share for real. ]
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This isn't something everyone gets with Robby, and Daniel is well aware of it. Isn't this exactly what a bond between a parent and a child is like? He could imagine Robby doing this with Shannon during better moments - but he doesn't feel a jealousy there, never has - but with Johnny? This casually? No way. Maybe Robby was right that Daniel has nothing to be jealous of.
And isn't this exactly what he wanted? If Daniel could freeze one moment in time in this place, it'd be this one, he thinks, and the way it lights up his heart.
He doesn't think it's something he has to express though. It's something Robby most likely already knows, the sort of thing they don't need a bond to feel.
It instead shows in the way Daniel lightly and fondly squeezes the boy in his hold.
Or in the way he fondly jokes: ] 'Too'? Hmm, I don't remember saying it just now though.
[ Please, Daniel, like every inch of you isn't saying that all the time around Robby.. You're the most transparent dad to have ever lived.
There's a tiny pause, almost like the man is wondering whether or not to do something here. He's thought about it before, but always voted against it, feeling like it'd probably be too embarrassing or too weird for Robby when he can't be used to that much parental affection, but.. well, if Robby was the one to first give him that son kiss on the cheek..
.. might as well then, right? ]
Or did you just want to hear me say it again? [ Because Daniel is a weak, weak man, unable to not give his kids what they want. Hence-- ] Love you.
[ Twisting his body just slightly in the hug in order to be able to get a better angle, he moves to plant the briefest and small fond kiss on Robby's forehead. ]
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He would get him back, but Robby misses the chance to before the man speaks on, the final words that sizzle out the need for any jokes. That would be enough alone, but Mister LaRusso gives, and he gives, and what he gives is a touch that may be brief, but is more than recognisable to Robby. Familiar, as long as it's been, and it works swiftly to lift his heart into his throat as his brain processes it. Cheeks already coloured from the heat of his emotions, and now--
And now he feels the pinprick of tears that can't escape as Robby presses his head against Mister LaRusso's shoulder, eyes tightly shut, rubbing his head against it in slow shake. It's a good kind of tears, an acceptable bittersweet sensation in his chest. He just needs a moment, the thought of the woman inspired, before he can tilt his head to face Mister LaRusso; one of his hands moving to rest near the crook of his neck, his body leaning comfortably against his. ]
My mom always did that. [ His voice sounds damp around the edges, but he isn't crying, and his tone isn't outright sad in sharing that fact. Just somehow, Mister LaRusso knew, hit the right mark, and it's so embarrassing to be seen.
(But there is a little part of him thinking of her. Missing her.) ]
Do all parents do that?
[ You know, parents who aren't...absent. Just ignore that for now, and enjoy the implication in the question. ]
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He kind of figures it's about Robby's mother before the boy says it. He may not have been able to see Shannon and Robby together a whole lot, and he knows that things can't always have been easy between them either - especially not with her just casually abandoning him by himself in an apartment while going on vacation herself - but there must have been some love there. Robby never seems to speak of her in the same way he used to speak of Johnny, after all.
And what sensation is more familiar to Daniel LaRusso of all people than missing family?
It leaves him with a hum of acknowledgement at the statement about his mother, a hand moving to idly rub the back of Robby's neck before the fingertips instead reassuringly brush through the ends of his hair. ]
I'm not sure. [ That's the first answer, but quickly followed by: ] Guess yours do though, huh?
[ Okay, yeah, maybe Johnny doesn't, but this statement isn't about discounting him as Robby's parent at all. It's about acknowledging the implication hidden in Robby's words, the implication that makes Daniel's heart melt inside of his chest, and seizing hold of the implication. Taking the spot that Robby is willing to grant him here, the one Daniel has been longing for. ]
Unless you're saying you dislike it.
[ Daniel doesn't think Robby is disliking it even the slightest bit. ]
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Though, the embarrassment is real, when his brain acknowledges Mister LaRusso's own implication, 'Yours do though, huh?', and it feels like his Trench birthday all over again. Hi, he'd like to die from embarrassment and live in the sea for a while, thanks. How do people survive this kind of attention?
Unfortunately, being a squid person still doesn't allow for disappearing into the ground--bummer. ]
It's okay, [ Robby says, does instead, with no alternative granted to him. Tone aloof, like he doesn't have any strong feelings about it. ] As long as you're not forcing anything.
[ A little payback? As a treat? Don't mind Robby if he does. ]
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Alright. [ His tone, however, lacks the offense, even if the humor in it is a little tight. He's not removing his hand from Robby's neck just yet though, so clearly it means he isn't bothered by it. ] You got me there.
[ He sees what you're doing there, Robby. He'd say he can't believe you'd use his words against him like this, but it does seem to be a teen's favourite way of teasing an old man.. ]
But.. you know, I feel a whole lot better right now.
[ It's a tiny bit embarrassing to admit, just like how it was a tiny bit embarrassing to admit to sulking over something like this in the first place, but.. ah, whatever. If he admitted to one thing, he can admit to two things, and Robby does deserve to know he's done a good thing here, going out of his way to help him. ]
So I suppose I'll forgive you for that one.
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But as Mister LaRusso speaks on, Robby does finally lift his head from the man's shoulder to look at him, if with a shy gaze he needs to battle with. There's some colour to his cheeks, though there isn't anything like tears that can be found. But he hums what's more of a huff, giving the man a lopsided smile. ]
Thanks. I dunno if I forgive you for trying that, buuut.... I'll think about it come dinnertime. I got you a bunch of stuff to play with, too.
[ Truly, Mister LaRusso's cooking skills will decide his fate over doubting Robby's feelings. But he looks over to the crate now that's been rather forgotten on the kitchen counter behind them with its assortment of foods.
(...nevermind the cookies that have also probably been forgotten. For five minutes, yes, but do you trust unsupervised cookies to not burn??) ]
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[ Daniel repeats the word, slowly removing his hand off Robby as he turns to look at what the boy is talking about, the crate having gone completely unnoticed in the middle of his Ultimate Sulk Mode shifting into Ultimate Dad Mode..
.. but, indeed, Daniel realises something else as he actually turns towards the counter. It shows in his eyes, the way they widen at the sudden realisation, and then Daniel basically diving at the oven to pull it open, frantically grabbing an oven mitt - more out of habit than actual necessity given his blood - to take out the tray of cookies to put on the counter.. S-Sorry, Robby, he'll get to the crate in a moment, he's just got cookies to save!
If Robby looks at them, they-- well, they definitely look a little burnt at the edges due to Daniel losing all sense of time in the middle of getting affection from his son. But.. ]
They're still salvageble, right? [ T-The center is still okay, right? Even though the edges Daniel taps on with a finger sure sound rock solid..
The shapes are cute though, at least. All shaped like the flower on Daniel's headband and the Miyagi-do belts. Papaw was putting some effort into his stress-sulk baking.. ]
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Here's another point for 'people who forgot about the cookies' side of the graph--which, unfortunately, leaves the cookies in the state that the older man rushes to take them out of the oven in, which is: a touch too loved. By the oven, and not by them, with the plume of smoke that follows with their release.
And it's not a big plume, but, hm. Hm.
Robby moves over to see the damage done, winces for the edges, but it's a small wince. Really, they're not bad-looking--they're even cute, reminding him of Christmas gingerbread biscuits without the icing.
But Mister LaRusso is asking a very important question, and carefully examining the snacks....Robby grabs for one, meaning to speak, but the cookie is still hot and he hisses as he sits it on a palm, flipping it between his two hands. ]
I'll tell you in a sec! [ Let him blow on this bad boy...!!! ]
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Robby!
[ Yes, at least this is a definite case of Dadniel over here fussing just a little bit too much. It's not like touching a slightly hot cookie will absolutely murder Robby, after all.
But Daniel is clearly a gentle soul who fusses even at this. Even if it's at least left at him calling Robby's name like that, rather than making any real attempt to take that cookie he's juggling away from him. It mostly just makes him look very dramatic over here.
Daniel LaRusso: putting the stress into stress baking. ]
They have to cool first! You're going to burn your hands!
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And the option Robby goes for now, with a fussy old man hovering near him sounding (even if he won't) like he might take this cookie away from him if he doesn't put it down himself?
He pinches the cookie between his fingers and gives it a wiggle, eyebrows raised as he looks directly at Mister LaRusso, while also starting to dart off. ]
See ya, dad!
[ Time to use that sacred title so cheekily so he can make his escape with the goods...bye!!!! ]
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He freezes. Not even in a bad way, more a way that makes Daniel look kind of stunned. Stunned enough that Robby can easily escape from the kitchen with that cookie while Daniel is way too busy staring. Processing.
D-Did Robby just call him dad? Voluntarily? Out of nowhere?
Daniel's soul will be right back, thanks, he's way too busy having an internal crisis about this of the best kind. He doesn't even realise that he's smiling down at his slightly-burnt cookies.
Dad.
Does he expect to hear this regularly, especially in contexts where Robby isn't just trying to be cheeky? Definitely not. But-- that doesn't mean he can't enjoy it when it does happen, right? ]