#moskowins

[movedkaratetime]

robby: the right thing is just to be here with you.

as all of his loved ones scattered back into the arena, he laid there in silence for a moment, letting the forced smile slip from his face. his leg continues to burn, a constant reminder of the match that had just unfolded, but it was nothing compared to the sting of losing again. fortunately, he never had to mask his pain in front of the boy standing next to him. robby’s eyes linger on the boy, something delicate in the way he looks at him now. ❝ yeah? ❞ robby says, his voice soft, almost like a question to himself more than to eli. the two had come a long way from their bitter rivalry. the anger they had towards each other ages ago seems to have faded, replaced with a quiet care for one another. though it's getting harder for him to ignore as time goes on. a slight grin pulls at his lips, ❝ you're stuck taking care of me now. you know that, right? i'm pretty high-maintenance. ❞

random sentence prompts, still accepting. ( @moskowins )

[bonsaibadass]

demetri was one of her closest friends. besides robby, he was the only one to show interest in miyagi-do when johnny's cobra kai first started taking over the valley. to say she wasn't excited that he'd made it into the final six would be a lie, but she knew that they needed @moskowins with them in spain if they really wanted a chance at winning against the best of the best. " i really thought you'd be the one standing up there with. my dad, too. he told me yesterday that you were in his top four. " sam confesses. at this point everyone at coyote creek had started to disperse. a few students lingered, still waiting for their rides to arrive. " so... what happened? if you don't mind me asking. i'm happy for demetri. he's worked his butt off. but i can't pretend that i'm not surprised by the outcome. "

[publicabsent]

@moskowins: i don’t wanna be who everybody thinks i am here. / accepting.

"then ... um. d-don-n't." she isn't sure what else to say -- reputation has never been a struggle of hers, frankly. one has to be regarded in order to develop such a thing, & most lines of sight skip right over her. perhaps some people find her unnerving, or something similar, but she's never had enough of a presence to warrant others forming opinions on her. "i-if ... if s'-p-poss-sible. i d'nno."

[publicabsent]

@moskowins: every time i try to make something right, i always hurt someone. / accepting.

hazel eyes are soft as she regards the fighter, less fearsome & more regretful at this moment. it isn't fair, she thinks, for any one person to feel the weight of the world on their shoulders. (even the titan atlas, immortal with boundless strength, struggles.) "s-s-som-metimes ... s'n-not poss-sible t'please everyone." hypocrite.

[publicabsent]

@moskowins: i know that you just needed me to listen, to hear you. / accepting.

mop of brown curls tilts, confusion on her face. to listen? if she had ever needed someone to listen, she'd have died of neglect long ago. no, she was just fine being ignored -- it's why she doesn't speak much, anyway, to spare others the effort of purposely ignoring her. that's how she's always survived: keep your head down, draw no attention, endure what attention you cannot avoid. annette shrugs, gaze ever-tilted toward her own hands, which still their fidgeting long enough for her to write. you don't have to listen if you don't want to. don't apologize, please.