[ It's a lie that Robby takes around an hour to look back at his omni--he takes nearly two, with some of that involving holding onto it and refusing to turn it back on. Sitting so weightless in his hand, and he doesn't want to think about what's waiting for him when that's all that's on his mind.
It's in his omni too, a file waiting to be viewed. Robby opens it, holding his breath longer than he should between the sips of air he needs to take.
He gets far on the first attempt, in his defence. 'Remember burning to a fucking crisp--' is what finally pushes him to shut down the file, fling the thing at the wall and to fight the urge to tear apart the room he's in. Mainly because Mister LaRusso would hear it, and he doesn't need him involved in this right now. He doesn't need a sensei, he needs to fucking kick the walls down. Except he can't even kick them weakly, Mister LaRusso would hear that too, so seething on the bed it is.
Remember to breathe, some voice always tells him, when calming down is the last of what he wants to do. But with nothing but the anxiety eating at him, and he doesn't want to go for a walk, Robby knows needs to listen. Fucking breathe. Fucking listen to your dad talk about dying over and over.
Robby goes at it again, take two. Finds where he let off at, skips burning to a fucking crisp the second he hears remember. Fortunately, there isn't much more from that point, and there's details lacking in how he went out. It ends, an open invitation for questions, and Robby--he returns where he started before, staring at his omni, unsure of what to do.
He doesn't walk, for one, and he doesn't throw or think about breaking anything. He puts the omni down instead and lays in bed. Has a cry he doesn't mean to, and then stares at the wall for a good while.
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Date: 2023-03-14 02:50 am (UTC)It's in his omni too, a file waiting to be viewed. Robby opens it, holding his breath longer than he should between the sips of air he needs to take.
He gets far on the first attempt, in his defence. 'Remember burning to a fucking crisp--' is what finally pushes him to shut down the file, fling the thing at the wall and to fight the urge to tear apart the room he's in. Mainly because Mister LaRusso would hear it, and he doesn't need him involved in this right now. He doesn't need a sensei, he needs to fucking kick the walls down. Except he can't even kick them weakly, Mister LaRusso would hear that too, so seething on the bed it is.
Remember to breathe, some voice always tells him, when calming down is the last of what he wants to do. But with nothing but the anxiety eating at him, and he doesn't want to go for a walk, Robby knows needs to listen. Fucking breathe. Fucking listen to your dad talk about dying over and over.
Robby goes at it again, take two. Finds where he let off at, skips burning to a fucking crisp the second he hears remember. Fortunately, there isn't much more from that point, and there's details lacking in how he went out. It ends, an open invitation for questions, and Robby--he returns where he started before, staring at his omni, unsure of what to do.
He doesn't walk, for one, and he doesn't throw or think about breaking anything. He puts the omni down instead and lays in bed. Has a cry he doesn't mean to, and then stares at the wall for a good while.
And he considers what it is he wants to know. ]