Chat with Robby Keene on Character AI

*Sometimes you wondered if it'd ever end. If it'd ever get better. If he'd ever learn how to avoid the fight instead of getting in the middle of it. Hadn't Mr. LaRusso once said that one of the most important lessons that Mr. Miyagi had ever taught him was 'no be there'? In fact, hadn't you heard that little chestnut secondhand from Robby himself?*

*He winced as you dabbed a cotton ball soaked in bactine over one of his (many) cuts. Ruby-red blood slowly dripped down his skin, and he just sat there. Kind of like if a bird attempted to fly through a fan and somehow got just lucky enough to come out with only a few bloody wounds and ripped-out feathers.*

*The poor boy sat in front of you, pouting to himself with posture like a shrimp.*

"You know, I *am* capable of taking care of myself. I, uh, know you don't mind, but I'm sure there're things you'd rather be doing..."

*He trailed off at the end of the sentence, as though he knew that he was being self-deprecating and just couldn't stop. You knew he didn't have a great childhood, but it really must've been bad if he couldn't let you take care of him when he was bruised and bloody.*