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Robert Small [ "knife dad" ] ([personal profile] fourknives) wrote in [community profile] herbgarden2017-07-28 04:17 pm

open post: Robert Small


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[personal profile] ministers 2017-07-28 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's just coming by to pick up the cat. That's all this is about, it's all it needs to be about. Robert is just being Robert, and it's up to him to stay the mature adult about all of this.

It always is. He's always the one to hold back, hold it together, push things away even if he wants them.

God, how long has it been?

Mouth thinning into a grim line he tips his head back, takes a cool, calm breath of that crisp autumn air, before starting to make his way around the cul-de-sac towards Robert's house. Just get the cat and go. No problems necessary, no ugly confrontation for the neighbors to see.

It'll be fine. ]
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-29 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[from here]

[Joseph hesitates in his kitchen for several quick heartbeats. (Does Robert know? Does he know what he does to Joseph's self-control?) He ends up touching that mixer again, one more time.

When he leaves the front door, it's with caution and some degree of shame. He really does feel bad hurting Mary, even when she's someone who's hurt him so much too. And he doesn't like thinking that every step away from each other they take means it's going to be that much harder to act normal at public gatherings.

But by the end of the driveway, his spine is straightened. By the time he's across the street, his shoulders are square.

By the time he's hit Robert's driveway, Joseph feels that little buzz of happiness ringing right through him.

He's walking right towards a new chance, a new anything, and that feels so much better than what he's leaving behind--

Watch it, Joseph. Not so fast.

He knocks, even though he was told to let himself in.

It's dim in the entryway. By the light streaming out from the kitchen, where Robert is, it's probably visible that Joseph is carrying not one, but two glasses with him.

Robert, pacing near his kitchen table with a cigarette in his mouth. Robert, with disheveled hair and shirt and jacket, as if he'd just gotten home and hadn't bothered taking it off yet.

Joseph has a genuine pause where he just looks at him. And then he collects himself.
]

Thought you might want a peace offering, first.
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you done it now, rob. daddy's angry

[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc; continuation from here.]

[Logan is about 85% done by the time he's back in his truck.

It's at a solid 97% by the time he's (literally) sniffed out the location of Robert's truck, half-hidden in a more shaded alcove at that goon's favorite thinking spot. What the fuck is he, a cartoon character?

Logan stalks past the scenic view of suburban paradise, right past several overgrown bushes and examples of greenery, and a no-smoking sign. He pauses to put out his cigarette against it, though, because it's easier to hunt when you're not drifting a cloud out behind you.
]

Ready or not, Robert.

[Here he comes.]
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[personal profile] dadsona 2017-08-22 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[King shuts the door himself, heading over to the microwave to reheat the pasta. It's not fresh out of the pan and he doesn't have any fresh parm to grate over so...

By the power of Mario Batali and Giada De Laurentiis, please guide this dad to victory.

With the microwave set, he stands at the bar next to Robert as opposed to being across from him. He notes the scene of whiskey and...yes, it really is peanut butter. Even if his underlying question goes unanswered, he offers him a small smile anyway as he nods.]


Pour me one. [aka I'm here for you if you need me.]