‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍ ‍‍* 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝓱𝒂̲𝒓̲𝒅 ᵎ

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maybe back in high school he would've gone out of his way to make today big. now he's just happy if he can squeeze another trip to olive garden.

shoot. what's going on with you?

he's there to witness it and pulls the bag out of his reach. brows knitted in concern, it's been a while since he's seen miguel like this. “wow, hey─── slow down. are you gonna punch a wall next? I think that's enough training for now.”

come on, robby ! you gotta see the bigger picture here.

miyagi-DOUGH is a genius idea but larusso can't see good business when it's right in front of him.

eat a damn sandwich, then.

that's how the trend goes, right ??

what.

i'm so hungry I could eat daniel larusso.

NOT funny, miguel.

* carrying his baby girl in arms, gentle rocking to soothe her. she's been a little fussy today, so he brought her to the dojo.