[Johnny is at least aware that things had gone down like that. He was trying to be light hearted about it. He thought if Robby had made the mistake once before than he wouldn't fall into it again, or he'd be smart enough to find his way back on the right path.]
He does. Look- I don't that.
But yeah. Doors are open. I'll get started on dinner.
[And true to his word. Johnny's cooking up a storm of various meats in mix of sloppy joe and taco mix. Making the manliest meal he can.]
[ Robby will arrive in time to witness the spectacle that is Johnny Lawrence's cooking. He's got a bag and his skateboard, the latter of which he'll prop up out of the way where is most convenient (and not out in the dojo portion), and pop his head in where he hears the noise. ]
[A spectacle it is. Outside of all the open wrappers of food strew about the counter and the mess of sauce that has boiled out from the pan on more than one occasion. It certainly looks like baby's first attempt at cooking, except it's a man in his mid fifties doing it.
Johnny's just managed to pick up a spoonful and stuff it in his mouth when Robby steps into the door. He swallows, and gives an approving little smile to himself.]
Oh- Uh. Hey Robby. I was just finishing getting set up here.
Take a seat, take a seat.
[Johnny gestures over to card table he's got set up with a few chairs, plates, and utensils. It's even got one of those table clothes that look like it belongs a picnic table set up on it.
[ He could be sensible and go to put his bag away in his room, ... or he could just sit it against the wall in an inconspicuous spot, which is what he's going to do because he knows his dad won't care. The rest of the room does get a look (definitely isn't how Mister LaRusso's place--either versions--look after cooking), but there's nothing judgmental about Robby's expression as he makes his way over to take a seat. ]
Thanks, [ he'll say, only a little awkwardly as he sits. And this really...does look a sight, huh--the table, not the food. Robby kinda wants to say something, but he doesn't want to embarrass his dad, so. He'll just pick up his spoon. ]
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Date: 2023-05-07 03:21 pm (UTC)[Johnny reads that, and well the old blood does start to boil again.]
Yeah. That's the first conclusion he usually jumps to.
You haven't been hanging out with Kreese lately, have you?
That's a joke. Pretty sure he's not here.
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Date: 2023-05-07 03:29 pm (UTC)i havent seen or heard about him
but ill tell you more about it when i come over?
i know he cares but [ there's definitely a pause between this and: ]
anyway ill see you
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Date: 2023-05-07 11:34 pm (UTC)He does. Look- I don't that.
But yeah. Doors are open. I'll get started on dinner.
[And true to his word. Johnny's cooking up a storm of various meats in mix of sloppy joe and taco mix. Making the manliest meal he can.]
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Date: 2023-05-08 08:55 am (UTC)Hey.
[ Sup, dad. ]
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Date: 2023-05-08 01:42 pm (UTC)Johnny's just managed to pick up a spoonful and stuff it in his mouth when Robby steps into the door. He swallows, and gives an approving little smile to himself.]
Oh- Uh. Hey Robby. I was just finishing getting set up here.
Take a seat, take a seat.
[Johnny gestures over to card table he's got set up with a few chairs, plates, and utensils. It's even got one of those table clothes that look like it belongs a picnic table set up on it.
This is high quality Johnny dining here.]
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Date: 2023-05-08 02:15 pm (UTC)Thanks, [ he'll say, only a little awkwardly as he sits. And this really...does look a sight, huh--the table, not the food. Robby kinda wants to say something, but he doesn't want to embarrass his dad, so. He'll just pick up his spoon. ]
You have classes today?