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@meanscmething
low activity //
independent roleplay blog focusing on cobra kai characters
non-mutuals are allowed to interact, although i'm selective.
written by nat (she/her) 21+
rules // muses // open starters // memes
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“ don’t you have your own stuff going on ?? ” honestly, his response may sound dismissive, but it was better than what he would ordinarily say. because he got it. shit happened, and sam was going through a lot. he was understanding that now more than ever. but that didn’t mean he wanted to share his shit with -- well, anyone. and karate ?? always the last thing he wants to talk about. “ look, just. i’m sorry. but i don’t know what you want me to say. ”
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‘Your father might’ve been a little too preoccupied to see the way you ran out of the all valley but I wasn’t.’ She’d seen it, a part of her wanting to chase after him but she’d talked herself out of that. Most of the time space was just the thing to fix issues but Amanda could tell that it hadn’t been enough, it probably never would be with Anthony. She somehow missed the days when the most worrying aspect of her son was that he just spent TOO MUCH time playing game consoles. He was honestly a brat with all of that, it had angered her beyond belief but she surely preferred that to the BULLY he’d become. ‘I don’t know what happened with you, i’m not going to stand here and say that I understand you’re changing and finding your place. No amount of soul searching should lead to you becoming the bully around school. i know you’re not that kid, we both know it and I just need you to KNOW that you can talk to me. I know your father talked to you but I also know he is very set in his ways, maybe talking to me will give you more of a chance to get things off your chest….and maybe you can tell me what happened at the all valley. You really seemed to be running from something … well, someone. Did you try to confront that cobra kai kid? The one you bullied? Talk to me. It’s just the two of us, your father will be back once he’s done sulking over the cobra kai agreement they lost.’
“ mom, you don’t have to- ” talk to him ?? at what point would anthony take a breath and just see that for the first time in what he felt to be a long time, his mom was trying to get him to talk to her. and why should he resist that ?? recently, it had been all sam this, all miyagi-do that, all how could you bully someone && you’re grounded. maybe this could be a good time to talk. but . . . but what could he say ?? what could actually make a difference ?? sam was literally attacked at her school by a cobra kai student, and that girl had been allowed back to school after. there was nothing he could say about kenny or about cobra kai that his parents hadn’t experienced before. so . . . anthony was stumped, as he listened to what his mother said and saw what she was trying to do.
and he appreciated it. even if . . . he wasn’t sure how to react, or what to do. he really did appreciate it.
he was quiet for a moment, fiddling absently with his fingers before he took a deep breath, and sat up on his bed. “ his name’s kenny. i tried to apologise, it didn’t go well. ” he swallowed, and looked back up at his mom. “ what’s the point in talking about it ?? it’s not like anything’ll happen, there’s no way to fix it. ”
i know i’m not here a lot but my opens are here & my memes are here, always open, always available to poke
S02E01 // S04E06
@meanscmething; an independent rp account focusing on the karate kid / cobra kai characters, currently featuring anthony larusso, robby keene, tory nichols & julie pierce.
written by nat.
putting my tory on request only / low activity because damn her muse is finicky
psa - i’m a multi so you can totally play it so if you write with one character, and then with another, that can share the same universe. does that make sense?? idk if that makes sense.
meanscmething:
it felt … really off. talking with daniel again, and the advice he gave was something that he would expect from him. still, he felt like he needed to hear it, and found himself thankful. he had believed that he had pushed the man away to a point where, even if robby had wanted to, he couldn’t return. but he was glad to be wrong. even if it was under such circumstances.
and daniel’s words stuck with him. you don’t want this kid to be on his own in cobra kai, right? no. no, robby didn’t. and maybe daniel didn’t mean it in the way robby was taking it, but now he was going to make sure he wasn’t. even if that meant not leaving himself - something he had been very tempted to do after the tournament. with a nod, he took a breath, eyes drifting away a bit as he tried to figure out a way to phrase what he had in his mind.
“ i’m not going to give up on him. i don’t know if he’ll even listen to me, but … but i’m not going to give up on him. there is something you should know, though. i knew he was being bullied, but he never told me who it was, and i didn’t find out until the tournament. it’s anthony. i basically walked in on kenny hitting him and - and he threatened him. it really shook anthony up. ”
he didn’t know anthony that well; only in passing and from what sam had told him. but the kid didn’t even know karate, and despite knowing what he had done to kenny, robby couldn’t help but feel concerned. match that chance at the top with power to take revenge, and you got someone very suited to the cobra kai style of pushing past the point of mercy. no matter what anthony had done, he didn’t deserve that.
“that’s good. that’s what matters, never giving up. specially to fear.“ never lose to fear itself, a voice echoes on his mind. never to fear itself. to the fear of failure. he can hear his sensei’s words and it makes him pause for a moment. no. robby wasn’t a bad student, and he wasn’t a teacher either. sometimes, students get a little lost, and it’s okay. he had been lost once too.
but the information doesn’t strike him as a new one. daniel simply nods and takes it in. “I know. . .anthony, we had a talk. I know about kenny.” it had been heartbroken, to hear his son has been a bully. would his son be one of those kids who would’ve bullied him in school? the thought upset him beyond what he admits out loud. breathes in, breathes out, he tries to focus. “he is shooked up. we are. . .talking. going through it.” their own little deal. a way to deal with all of it. his son, a bully, now bullied. in danger. and he is meant to close down the dojo. it doesn’t feel right .
he is not letting his son into a lion’s den. “you. . .how are you holding up?” he asks in turn. wanting to reach through, how the other feels. echoes of regret he recognizes right away.
he liked to think he was better at not giving into fear. but things were getting harder, and whilst he was now determined to stick to cobra kai in order to try and help kenny, it just left an unsettling feeling in his stomach. he doesn’t want to stick around. he doesn’t want to experience those feelings again; he doesn’t want to hurt people again, just because their philosophy was no mercy. he didn’t like what he had become when he was there but now he was giving himself no choice. he just needed to be careful. try and keep silver and kreese from getting into his head again. whilst also making them believe they were----
whilst also trying to set a good example to kenny.
it doesn’t surprise robby that daniel knew about kenny and anthony. and he was glad that they were talking through it. as long as they knew then . . . it was up to them how they handled it. and robby would try, from his end, to help kenny in his own way. he was just trying to figure out how . . .
and then daniel asked about him, and it stumped him. how was he holding up ?? honestly . . . “ not great. ” he admits, softly. because now it felt like there had been no time since he had been in miyagi-do. since he looked up to daniel and felt that care in return. he thought briefly of his dad, their moment in the dojo, and breathed out, slowly, shaking his head. “ kenny really threw me off. the last thing i want to do is stay in cobra kai, but it’s the only way to help him. my dad’s preoccupied with miguel, if i get seen with you, it can’t go well and i can’t talk to kenny or to tory or to my mom about any of this. i feel alone. again. and i hate it. but it’s all my fault. and i’m getting kind of sick of it being my fault, but i just don’t know how to stop it. even when i try and do something good, i mess it up. "
ya’ll writing in present tense makes me wanna do it too but i know i would just flip flop between present and past so i make an effort to stick to one---- which just happens to be past.
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of course he was going to. part of robby felt resentment over that; jealousy; that johnny was putting more effort into his relationship with miguel than he had into his own son. and that feeling had been commonplace ever since miguel had entered the picture. but … but after kenny, robby felt differently. or at least, he was trying to be a bit more open minded. especially when it came to his dad. he needed him. so he was willing to put up with the bullshit a little more if it meant not being alone right now.
and obviously … robby didn’t want to be alone right now. so against his better judgement, he decided to make things a little more complicated than it should be.
“ you want some company ?? ”
robby didn’t care hugely for miguel. but johnny was trying to do right, in a … weird, warped way. even if it wasn’t directed at him, robby tried to appreciate that. “ yeah, i know i’m probably the last person miguel wants to see. but i’ll stay away from him. i just … don’t want to be in town right now. ”
he didn’t really expect robby to want to come with him . truth is , he never expected robby to want to do anything with him without being forced . and it still sounds a lot like —— a lot like robby doesn’t really want to go , he just doesn’t want to stay . but it’s a good opportunity , isn’t it ? 𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 , 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗟𝗟 . there’s no telling what sort of trouble miguel would get up to , and he’d hate to be away if he was needed here . but if robby’s with him … that can’t happen . johnny raises an eyebrow at his kid , those blue eyes of his glimmering with some sort of surprise , seemingly a little touched . and then he gives a quick nod . 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗛 , 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬 . even if there’s plenty of chance that this could be the most awkward road trip of his life .
❛ yeah , ‘course . we could be gone a while though . you sure you wanna come ? ❜
in truth, there were a few reasons he wanted to get out of town. firstly, he had no friends. just his mom. that was taking cobra kai out of the equation, because cobra kai was a whole different ball-game. things had changed since the tournament. it felt colder, and while he still had his cobra-buddies, the place had lost all appeal to him. he wanted out. and the only reason why he hadn’t was because of kenny.
kenny, the kid he failed. kenny, the boy he wasn’t going to leave in cobra kai alone.
because leaving him alone after messing up his life, was worse than just messing up his life.
and he should stay, even if it’s just for that reason alone. but he wants a break - he needs a break, and a road trip with his father was something that - whilst they could argue against - it was still a logically fine thing to do. easy to shut down. and something any reasonable person would understand ( like that mattered ).
“ it gives me an opportunity to legitimately get out of cobra kai for a while. ” he answered his question with an explanation. because his dad really was trying. so he’d take johnny over silver in a heartbeat, right now. “ and . . . and i get to give this a chance. ” he motioned between them, giving a small shrug as he did. because that’s what he’s doing. he’s giving johnny a chance. he’s tired of hating him. he just wants a dad.
“ so when are we going ?? ”
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“ i never competed in a tournament. i just had some trouble at school. ” in fairness, the place was sexist, not only among the students, but among the faculty too. to the point where she had made it a mission to ensure the safety of all of her students; especially the girls. it was a life-long grudge that had made her into the person she was today; receptive, responsible, and open. at least, she liked to think so. karate had helped with that; mr miyagi had helped with that. and she was still angry. she was never really going to get rid of that. but she used it in a productive way, and as always; the sun is warm, the grass is green. she was much better at handling situations now then she ever had before.
“ did he - walk into your room without knocking ?? ” she squinted, and turned to him, “ i’ve always wondered if it was an excuse he gave because he didn’t know what else to say, or if it was the actual truth. ” just bits and pieces; things she had almost forgotten, were returning to her mind. she stepped around; her attention turning back to her surroundings. this was a piece of him she had never really had the opportunity to experience. a history he had tried to show her. “ he taught me to dance, using karate. ” she added, as an afterthought. “ and took me to a buddhist monastery. well, the monastery came first. i guess that was his radical backup because i didn’t want to wax cars. it worked, too. i made life-long friends with a bunch of monks; i’m still welcome there today. if it wasn’t in boston, i’d invite you. ”
“well, sometimes trouble in school is worst. he didn’t like tournaments.“ he didn’t like them either, though he can see why a trophy could be something a kid would want. if life doesn’t let you win, then, sometimes having something of your own could be worth. you fought for it, and you got it now. “hm? oh yeah. all the time. did he. . .forgot he was with a girl?“ he chuckles, shaking his head because he can imagine how embarassed he would be then. “barely locked a door. he even lend me some clothes.“ he thinks is different when everyone who lives with you is a boy. daniel chuckles then. “my ma’ did the same when she walked into my room. guess it’s just something old people didn’t do. knock.“
except his ma is still alive and still has the habit of never knocking. he followers her steps around, the trophies and the photos, those with his kids, those with mr. miyagi, memoribilia from okinawa. “did he? well, i would be honored to visit one day. the tournament is gone now and. . .the dojo is going to be quiet for a while.” until he figures out what to do with everything. he doesn’t think he will close it, not with silver walking around and having no honor.
“have you visited okinawa? I have an old friend there, his best friend’s nephew. he also teaches miyagi-do.” and a thought struck him then, a smile on his lips. “i called him my karate cousin so i suppose. . .that makes you my karate sister.”
yjulie was well aware that mr miyagi didn’t like tournaments. even if he hadn’t told her, she would have worked it out from context. the memory of belts ran through her mind. because she had wanted belts, but mr miyagi had made the good point of; why did it matter, you know you’re good; that’s all you need. her entire time with him had been about disengaging & finding peace. something she had needed at the time.
to the point where she had only needed to use her karate a few times in her life. defence only. she still practiced, every so often. it was funny, though; she was pretty sure she could wipe the floor with most people she came across, but she felt uniquely underpowered in this town; especially with daniel here. she would love to watch him fight, but would definitely avoid being the one he fought against.
back to what daniel was saying though, she gave a shrug, because yes, she agreed. old people definitely had the habit of not knocking. “ my gran was scared into knocking. she was walking on eggshells back then. but after mr miyagi, we got a lot more comfortable with each other. he showed me i didn’t have to see everyone as an enemy. which is funny, because the first time i met him, i completely blanked him. he . . . ” she frowned, trying to remember. “ he actually served with my grandfather, back in world war two. i don’t know if you ever knew that. it’s how he ended up babysitting me. i’m pretty sure my gran called him in for backup. ” and she definitely didn’t blame her for that. julie pierce, back then, was a lot for anyone could handle. even mr miyagi called in assistance from an entire monk monastery. speaking of -
“ you are always welcome. some of them still remember him. they would welcome you like family. ” and she was entirely confident about that. at his next comment, she hesitated, tilting her head as she glanced briefly around the place again. “ school holidays, or another reason for the quietness ?? ”
" and i’ve actually been waiting for you to say something like that. karate brother. i’m sorry we’ve never met before. he would have really liked this. ” she says this sincerely. an opportunity to meet would have been at mr miyagi’s funeral, but . . . that time had been a difficult time for her. travelling to the other end of america had not been possible, no matter how badly she had wanted it. “ i’ve never been to okinawa. i will, though. one day. you ask as if you go often. ”
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he was happy with that deal. for now. so yeah, he shook his hand. cheesy, he could feel himself cringe, but a deal was a deal. and he was glad that his father was agreeing to get help.
his response was instantaneous.
“ i pick you, dad. ” it was something that he could appreciate, daniel giving him options. it symbolised how far he had come. growing up, he had never considered different styles. anthony had been making an effort to not pay attention to it, and even he could tell. he guessed … this whole thing with johnny - which, again, he had tried not to pay much attention to - had actually changed him. despite losing the tournament, his dad was trying something new.
anthony didn’t want to let him down; because he’d find some way of screwing it up. but … compared to someone like johnny, who would motivate him to quit, his dad knew him. and could maybe put up with the bullshit anthony would probably try and pull when this fear was forgotten five minutes into wax on, wax off. anthony would try. he would really, actually try. but quitting was harder when he had to live with the guy.
besides. he … trusted daniel. to help him. so with a small smile, he waved a hand. “ i get there are other styles out there, but i’ve got this – weird relationship with karate. if i’m going to do this, i want something familiar. but i do reserve the right to listen to music, podcasts, audio books and youtube videos while wax off-wax offing, though. ” he paused; knowing the deal daniel lost, so with a clear of his throat, he tried to … help with that. “ don’t worry about that deal either. gotta be some family-clause loophole in it. and if there isn’t, we’ll just say sam taught me. or literally anyone else. we … good with that ?? ”
HE TRIES TO HIDE THE SMILE THAT FOLLOWS. it feels good, really, to have anthony say he would choose him then. that perhaps he hasn’t ruined everything. that mr. miyagi’s teachings were just a one off for him and move on. he is already dealing with the fact sam seems to prefer johnny’s teachings and ways ( she barely speaks to him anymore and he knows it’s his fault ). “alright. as long as you listen to be when I explain what you have to do. and you trust me.” he will trust anthony to do it, and he expects to be trusted about how at first, it’s likely there won’t be visible results. and it will be frustrating.
that part he knows well. the mention of the deal causes him to pause for a moment. “this isn’t teaching. this is showing my son what I learned of karate.” he points out, even if the deal was explicit about him not teaching, this wasn’t that, not really. this was father and son, spending time together in their own dojo. “this wasn’t a dojo, this was miyagi’s house first. my house. if terry silver has a problem, then I can show him what i think of his opinion.” a bit harsh, a bit too much shown of aggression. anthony still doesn’t know about silver, not entirely. he hates the thought of his son meeting the man.
or even be on the same room. “just promise me that you will avoid that man at all cost, alright? he is worst than kreese.” and he can’t have his son around him.
" this is going to be hard. ” and it really would be hard not to give up. but with his dad, he might be able to take it a little more at his own pace. hopefully the podcasts would help. he had never gotten into them, but then, he had never had a need to. his attention had always been drawn to video games, and they required a lot of attention. if he was going to be subject to chore work, then he might find them a little more enjoyable.
and he was still cautious about getting into it. there was a lot of history. there was a lot of expectations. but there were no tournaments and no need to be good until school started back up again. even if he was like demetri, he could . . . he could learn. he thought. he hoped.
“ yeah, i’ve got no reason to be anywhere near him. ” terry silver. john kreese. guys he had no interest in going near. he didn’t even want to go near robbby because he mentored kenny, so he in no way wanted to go near the senseis of cobra kai. still, he knew that his dad had some trauma surrounding those people, so he tried to put his mind to rest. “ and if i ever am around them, i’ll leave. promise. ”
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at least his dad seemed receptive to therapy. and he agreed; not cousin vanessa, but someone who was definitely outside of karate and the people daniel surrounded himself with on a daily basis. whilst anthony was troubled, he had spent enough time on the internet to know that mental health stuff ?? sometimes people just needed to take some time out for it. now seemed like the best time for his dad, but whilst he was glad that he had agreed, he didn’t trust him enough to follow through just yet. maybe he’d ask about it again later. for now ??
anthony was quiet. he had his own opinions on karate, some of which stemmed from laziness; he could admit. but another part of it stemmed from the obsession that he had very wholly had wanted to stay away from ever since he could remember. it was hard growing up with a legacy; but he had double that. mr miyagi, and daniel larusso. expectations were high, even if no one admitted to them. but -
no tournaments. nothing that perpetuated this karate war or psychos like tory. maybe he was rethinking his stance on the whole karate thing. fear could do that. and it wasn’t like he had a lot of other choices either, because continuously apologising to kenny ?? showed weakness, but also really wouldn’t work. kenny had changed. for the worst. and - it had been anthony’s fault.
“ okay, look. let’s make a deal, okay ?? you go and get therapy, and i’ll try karate again. and- ” and he winced; softly, because this was really gonna be hell, wasn’t it ?? “ - and i’ll actually try this time. ” he had the whole of summer. and giving up his summer for this was the last thing he wanted to do, but the prospect of going back to school with kenny was worse. and he was vaguely aware that he was asking for hours of his dad’s time going forward, but hey. he had given it to sam.
HE LOOKS OVER THEN. he is not supposed to train anymore. teach anymore. perhaps there is a loophole there, in the way he is not really teaching a student but showing his son what has shaped him and their family. but it’s a hard legacy, he gets it now. even he can’t live up to the pressure of it upon his shoulders. “alright. that’s a deal, mr. larusso.” he adds in turn, offering his hand in a mock of a handshake but he means it.
but there is a deeper question there. knowing that sam enjoys eagle fang style more. perhaps, he should ask johnny to train his kid. or any other dojo but cobra kai in the valley. he is going to give him a choice right there. “you have to be honest with me, antonio. do you want to train as miyagi-do? I understand that it’s a legacy and a weight. . .it was never meant to be that. for either of us.” it had been his father figure. the kids’ tanmee who laughed while holding each kid in his arms, and who hold daniel’s hand as he laid dying and said ‘do not be afraid’ as his last words. he is terrified. but he won’t let it win.
“there is topanga karate and other styles out there. . .i will pay for it. just, I don’t want you to think that this is your only option. I just wanted to share with you, a part of our history.“ and he shifts a hand to his son’s hair, it’s gentle and curled and reminds him of his mother’s old hairdo. it makes him smile. “you have a choice here, ant.“
he was happy with that deal. for now. so yeah, he shook his hand. cheesy, he could feel himself cringe, but a deal was a deal. and he was glad that his father was agreeing to get help.
his response was instantaneous.
“ i pick you, dad. ” it was something that he could appreciate, daniel giving him options. it symbolised how far he had come. growing up, he had never considered different styles. anthony had been making an effort to not pay attention to it, and even he could tell. he guessed . . . this whole thing with johnny - which, again, he had tried not to pay much attention to - had actually changed him. despite losing the tournament, his dad was trying something new.
anthony didn’t want to let him down; because he’d find some way of screwing it up. but . . . compared to someone like johnny, who would motivate him to quit, his dad knew him. and could maybe put up with the bullshit anthony would probably try and pull when this fear was forgotten five minutes into wax on, wax off. anthony would try. he would really, actually try. but quitting was harder when he had to live with the guy.
besides. he . . . trusted daniel. to help him. so with a small smile, he waved a hand. “ i get there are other styles out there, but i’ve got this -- weird relationship with karate. if i’m going to do this, i want something familiar. but i do reserve the right to listen to music, podcasts, audio books and youtube videos while wax off-wax offing, though. ” he paused; knowing the deal daniel lost, so with a clear of his throat, he tried to . . . help with that. “ don’t worry about that deal either. gotta be some family-clause loophole in it. and if there isn’t, we’ll just say sam taught me. or literally anyone else. we . . . good with that ?? ”
THINGS HAD BEEN, DIFFICULT. they had crossed a bridge when they met at the dojo and he hold his son as he cried and things had moved from there to an unsteady quietness. johnny knows the date, the hour his son was born. he knows where he had been where his son gave his first cry and he feels ashamed. but change starts somewhere. so he shows up at his son’s dojo, keeping a distance, away from the creep silver and any other prying eyes but waiting for him to show up. “hey. . .robby.” he feels awkward, like a damn teenager who doesn’t know how to talk to a girl. except, this is his son and he should know how. there is a bag on his side and he clears up his throat. “happy birthday, son. i. . .i hoped we could grab something to eat. you know, talk. your mother said it’s cool to take you away for a few hours.” johnny adds, hopeful. his gift to his son? it’s something of his own. his old walkman. the one his mother gifted him. his old cobra kai jacket, withotu the patches. but it would fit robby just fine. “what you say?”
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it was a bittersweet day. he had -- cobra kai. he didn’t want to go. he didn’t want to be there; he didn’t want to be involved with them anymore. silver was somehow worse now, than he had been before, and even with the victory of the all-valley tournament, and they hadn’t let up on training. it was just who they were. which left the question, why was he still there ??
easy. kenny.
he had let the kid down. that part was an undeniable fact. but the only thing worse than letting him down, was letting him down and then leaving him alone in cobra kai. if there was a way to fix it, it certainly wasn’t abandonment. but that meant he had to continue to go there, even if his heart wasn’t in it. it meant that he put himself through shit he didn’t want to partake in and it meant deceiving them, even moreso than he had done before. he just wanted to help kenny. and that took time. and was . . . more complicated. hard.
so whilst today was his birthday, he still decided to go. what he hadn’t expected ( what he decided, a long time ago, to never expect ) was johnny. he was caught mid-step, hesitant, gaze flickering towards the dojo before settling fully on him. there was clear surprise on his features, and it took him a moment to really hear what his dad said.
happy birthday. wanna actually spend some time together ??
he was, admittedly, already late. glancing over towards the dojo, he hesitated still. he was trying. making an effort. and robby didn’t -- hold out hope, never, but . . . that was the decision. bunk off cobra kai ( one day wouldn’t hurt, would it ?? ), or don’t. shit.
“ yeah. ” he cleared his throat, giving a small shrug as he now focused entirely on johnny. “ yeah, okay. let’s go. ” it might be jarring; the sudden need to go. but if he was bunking off, it was best they didn’t see him do it.
