[ It takes him a few times to stop backspacing and fixing his words, but. ]
when i talked to him i said we had been messing around and didnt take his powers seriously. i knew if i just blamed myself to his face he wouldnt accept it
but i dont know if it was the right call. sunny says i blamed him. and i did but [ ... ] i dont know if that helped. he wouldnt have accepted it if i took full blame and i didnt want him to try and fix things. i wanted him to focus on getting better
[ Some more typing and silence. ] did i mess up? you said mobs been getting better
[ she opts for sympathetic, even if it's hard to "see" in text. ]
That was a tough call to make. I'd say it was the right one for your position, as pained as it was. [ hmm. ] Sunny's protective and a little impulsive when he's upset. What else did he say?
[ And Robby will be the good boy who goes to the location given, his arrival time depending on how public or out of the way the spot is. It's likely a little early-ish either way, by about five minutes at most, entering inside to see if Miss Makima's already there or not.
[ makima is never late to a party. or a meeting! not unless there’s an unexpected call she has to take, but she’s never that busy here in trench. maybe she should change that and make her own little business? oh, who knows.
once robby enters, bright red hair waves for him and flags him down to the table for two she’s snagged. ]
[ He's a smile when he spots her, coming over to her and the table at her attention; a quick 'Hi' as he's there, taking his seat at the other side of the table. ]
Sorry I panic-texted. [ He remembers this isn't meant to be about Mob, but, you know--it's not every day you get asked to meet a woman at a tea shop, and though he likes Miss Makima (who wouldn't?), or because of it, Robby feels the need to say something. Knows at least to go on with, a smile on his face and in his eyes: ] But how you been doing?
[ oh, robby. don't you worry about that. makima dips her head and murmurs reassuringly: it happens. who doesn't worry about good boys! just look at her (cries in narrator). but once robby takes a seat, makima folds her hands and crosses her legs, pushing a scrambled little "menu" of sorts out from her side of the table. ]
Well. Thank you. [ but, ] But I have been a little antsy lately.
[ He gives a small muttered 'thanks' at the menu being pushed over to his side, caught on the start of her words. Words that easily distract him from said menu, blinking up at her while his hands touch both sides of the sheet. Curious. ]
I was a busy woman back in Tokyo. I enjoy having some time off, but—
[ it's a little too much, even when she's baking and watching movies and plotting against mariana. she's read everything she could in the archives. now it's just . . . meh! ]
You know what they say about too much of a good thing.
[ Huh. He can get that, though his life wasn't really busy outside of muscle and karate training before the tournament. But there's a structure that's missing from Trench, regardless. ]
[ hell yeah they asked for tea AND NOW THEY HAVE THEIR TEA. tea person will get a 'thanks' when they put down his tea as Robby is a Good Boy.
But as for dojo tea? Robby definitely makes an exaggerated grimacing face. ]
Once Miyagi-do put on a kata show at a festival, and the other dojo came along and interrupted it by putting on their own show.
[ A beat, and with a conceding head tilt. ] They had louder music and more flash, so they stole it.
[ Yep. Robby had been pretty mad at the time, but now he just huffs, wearing something like a fond smile. ]
The other dojo here, uh-- well, maybe you've heard of Johnny Lawrence. He runs Eagle Fang, and he's my dad. Him and Mister LaRusso have an old school rivalry.
[ any normal person would chuckle or something, but makima only stares with the fixed, pleasantry smile while sipping her tea. once she sets the cup down, her hand props her chin up. ]
Johnny . . . [ hmm . . . !!! ] I think we might have spoken once or twice.
[ mostly because he was a shitty dad, apparently! ]
[ It's a normal (non-)reaction, right? From Miss Makima. Where she's a constant pleasant smile, and you know, some people are just....like this here.
(Weird. He'll describe it as something missing about her, in the future, to Mister Toguchi. It's not meant unkind.) ]
...it's better, [ is what he'll settle on, though Miss Makima may be able to pick up on the uncertainty. ] Um, what my dad remembers from back home isn't the same as me and Mister LaRusso. But--I think they're working things out.
[ Aiming for optimism here. But he pauses, and thinks to ask, with a certain care in the question: ]
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when i talked to him i said we had been messing around and didnt take his powers seriously. i knew if i just blamed myself to his face he wouldnt accept it
but i dont know if it was the right call. sunny says i blamed him. and i did but [ ... ] i dont know if that helped. he wouldnt have accepted it if i took full blame and i didnt want him to try and fix things. i wanted him to focus on getting better
[ Some more typing and silence. ] did i mess up? you said mobs been getting better
[ So. Maybe it's okay. ]
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[ she opts for sympathetic, even if it's hard to "see" in text. ]
That was a tough call to make. I'd say it was the right one for your position, as pained as it was. [ hmm. ] Sunny's protective and a little impulsive when he's upset. What else did he say?
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he was worried about mob closing himself off but i know he has ppl. and it sounds like hes doing ok with you
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Why don't we go to a tea house when you're free? We should have time to talk outside of what concerns Mob.
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Though, the offer makes him pause. Not exactly due to any stranger danger, but... ]
sure. what time works for you? i can do lunchtimes or later in the day most days. after 5
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Does 6 work?
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i can make six. wheres the place?
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One of my favorite public stops. I'll see you there, Robby.
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[ And Robby will be the good boy who goes to the location given, his arrival time depending on how public or out of the way the spot is. It's likely a little early-ish either way, by about five minutes at most, entering inside to see if Miss Makima's already there or not.
hii makima hiii ]
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once robby enters, bright red hair waves for him and flags him down to the table for two she’s snagged. ]
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Sorry I panic-texted. [ He remembers this isn't meant to be about Mob, but, you know--it's not every day you get asked to meet a woman at a tea shop, and though he likes Miss Makima (who wouldn't?), or because of it, Robby feels the need to say something. Knows at least to go on with, a smile on his face and in his eyes: ] But how you been doing?
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Well. Thank you. [ but, ] But I have been a little antsy lately.
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What for?
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[ it's a little too much, even when she's baking and watching movies and plotting against mariana. she's read everything she could in the archives. now it's just . . . meh! ]
You know what they say about too much of a good thing.
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You can't do what you did there here?
[ Not easily translatable? ]
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[ a government job is the only little snack she gives! ]
I wouldn’t mind a career change, though. Maybe— a tea shop?
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But her answer does make him huff, a sound of amusement. ]
You like tea that much? Don't let the owner hear.
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[ makima really said WITNESS ME ]
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Can't be worse than a dojo rivalry. [ A beat. ] Actually wouldn't mind seeing a tea shop version.
[ He sounds delighted by the idea, even. In a playful way. ]
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Now that’s entertainment you’ll have to enlighten me to.
[ spill those dojo deets…… ]
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But as for dojo tea? Robby definitely makes an exaggerated grimacing face. ]
Once Miyagi-do put on a kata show at a festival, and the other dojo came along and interrupted it by putting on their own show.
[ A beat, and with a conceding head tilt. ] They had louder music and more flash, so they stole it.
[ Yep. Robby had been pretty mad at the time, but now he just huffs, wearing something like a fond smile. ]
The other dojo here, uh-- well, maybe you've heard of Johnny Lawrence. He runs Eagle Fang, and he's my dad. Him and Mister LaRusso have an old school rivalry.
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Johnny . . . [ hmm . . . !!! ] I think we might have spoken once or twice.
[ mostly because he was a shitty dad, apparently! ]
Is it a healthy one?
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(Weird. He'll describe it as something missing about her, in the future, to Mister Toguchi. It's not meant unkind.) ]
...it's better, [ is what he'll settle on, though Miss Makima may be able to pick up on the uncertainty. ] Um, what my dad remembers from back home isn't the same as me and Mister LaRusso. But--I think they're working things out.
[ Aiming for optimism here. But he pauses, and thinks to ask, with a certain care in the question: ]
Do you have family back home?
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