See? Told you. Always got somethin' to say. Probably get punched a lot less if you shut your cake hole once in a while.
[ Like Johnny and his hot temper have any room to talk. That's a big part of why he'd moved out of Sid's, anyway. The more the years went on, the worse the verbal sparring got. He'd rather be broke than have to suck up to anybody, much less that miserable old bastard.
Daniel starts to drive and Johnny feels his guts start to protest. As if the head injury weren't enough, he's terribly hungover. What else is new? ]
So what, you still live around here? That was quick.
[ See? That’s growth right there. He roll his eyes, but he can begrudgingly acknowledge that much, at least. It’s not Daniel’s fault that he seems to be a magnet for assholes and douchebags, but it probably would probably serve him well to keep his mouth shut every so often.
But there’s no reason to start now. ]
Nah, see, I’m starting my own taxi service. I just wait around to see which walking concussion needs a lift to the hospital—Nah, man, I’ve got important shit keeping me here, so yeah, I’m still in the neighborhood.
[ He pauses for a beat, gaze flicking between the road and Johnny in the passenger seat, like he’s weighing just how screwed he’s going to be if he tries to breach the topic of what Johnny is doing on his side of town. In the end, his curiosity is enough. ]
[ Johnny inhales slowly, laying his palms flat against his knees. This? This is self control at its finest. Leave it up to LaRusso to get on his nerves immediately after he'd told him he should shut up once in a while. By not shutting up. If he didn't feel like he was on the verge of hurling or his head exploding, he'd sucker punch one of those scrawny arms for the trouble. ]
See this? This is what I mean, man. Always bein' a smartass. "Important shit." What, like bein' broke?
[ Again - like Johnny has any room to talk. And of course, that's exactly where Daniel brings the conversation next. He opens his eyes a little, the sunlight too bright, but he doesn't look over at him when he speaks. ]
Got sick of my stepdad's shit. Not like it's any of your business.
Yeah, yeah. Visit New Jersey sometime, then you’ll see where it comes from.
[ Daniel is more than aware of the consequences of his big mouth, and he really is trying incredibly hard to not let it get the better of him right now. But smartass comments come so quickly and so easily to him, it’s proven to be a difficult thing to shut off.
But he’ll never forgive himself or his passenger if he wrecks the car, and he takes a leaf out of Johnny’s book and practices some self control of his own. His hands tighten around the wheel as he bites back another scathing comment, something about how the feeling is probably mutual and Johnny’s stepdad probably got sick of his shit too. ]
Alright, then. Same goes for you, wiseass. My important shit is none of your business.
[ Two can play that game, though it’s clear that Daniel is still curious to learn more, because he doesn’t leave it there. ]
Yeah? If they're all like you out there I think I'll stay right where I am.
[ Jesus, is this how far he's fallen? Where the only person who offers to take him to a hospital is Daniel goddamn LaRusso? Granted, he didn't want to go, or maybe he would've asked somebody else. Still.
Johnny'd be happy to let the conversation die down there, but unsurprisingly, LaRusso isn't. ]
What? I've got a mom, dumbass. [ Why else would he have a stepdad??? Duh. ] Love her to death, but y'know. S'complicated, or whatever. It's probably better for her that I'm not there. Peaceful.
[ Because she won't stand up to Sid, but he did. ]
[ This is what it’s come down to: name calling. It’s a shock they haven’t truly been in this territory before, really. With every moment that ticks by, Daniel regrets letting Johnny into his car just a little more. This is what he gets for having a little empathy.
That empathy’s not going anywhere, ether. While his knee-jerk reaction is to respond with with a snarky yeah, probably, and while he’s thinking about how much more peaceful life would be if he hadn’t offered to drag Johnny t the hospital and just let him suffer alone with his bag of frozen peas, he’s starting to put the pieces together. Mr. Country Club doesn’t have it as good as one might have thought. It takes every fibre of his being, but Daniel practices an extreme level of self-restraint and keeps his mouth shut.
For a moment. ]
Yeah, well, your stepdad must be a pretty huge asshole if even you think so.
[ Read: “sure, you’re an asshole, but I guess there’s a limit, huh?” ]
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Date: 2024-11-16 11:09 pm (UTC)See? Told you. Always got somethin' to say. Probably get punched a lot less if you shut your cake hole once in a while.
[ Like Johnny and his hot temper have any room to talk. That's a big part of why he'd moved out of Sid's, anyway. The more the years went on, the worse the verbal sparring got. He'd rather be broke than have to suck up to anybody, much less that miserable old bastard.
Daniel starts to drive and Johnny feels his guts start to protest. As if the head injury weren't enough, he's terribly hungover. What else is new? ]
So what, you still live around here? That was quick.
thank you!
Date: 2024-11-19 03:05 am (UTC)[ See? That’s growth right there. He roll his eyes, but he can begrudgingly acknowledge that much, at least. It’s not Daniel’s fault that he seems to be a magnet for assholes and douchebags, but it probably would probably serve him well to keep his mouth shut every so often.
But there’s no reason to start now. ]
Nah, see, I’m starting my own taxi service. I just wait around to see which walking concussion needs a lift to the hospital—Nah, man, I’ve got important shit keeping me here, so yeah, I’m still in the neighborhood.
[ He pauses for a beat, gaze flicking between the road and Johnny in the passenger seat, like he’s weighing just how screwed he’s going to be if he tries to breach the topic of what Johnny is doing on his side of town. In the end, his curiosity is enough. ]
What’s your excuse?
thank YOU! ♥
Date: 2024-11-20 04:20 pm (UTC)See this? This is what I mean, man. Always bein' a smartass. "Important shit." What, like bein' broke?
[ Again - like Johnny has any room to talk. And of course, that's exactly where Daniel brings the conversation next. He opens his eyes a little, the sunlight too bright, but he doesn't look over at him when he speaks. ]
Got sick of my stepdad's shit. Not like it's any of your business.
i am SO sorry! the holidays killed me and i'm just now pulling myself out of the pit
Date: 2025-01-16 06:40 am (UTC)[ Daniel is more than aware of the consequences of his big mouth, and he really is trying incredibly hard to not let it get the better of him right now. But smartass comments come so quickly and so easily to him, it’s proven to be a difficult thing to shut off.
But he’ll never forgive himself or his passenger if he wrecks the car, and he takes a leaf out of Johnny’s book and practices some self control of his own. His hands tighten around the wheel as he bites back another scathing comment, something about how the feeling is probably mutual and Johnny’s stepdad probably got sick of his shit too. ]
Alright, then. Same goes for you, wiseass. My important shit is none of your business.
[ Two can play that game, though it’s clear that Daniel is still curious to learn more, because he doesn’t leave it there. ]
You only got a stepdad, or...?
[ "What about your mom?" is what he means. ]
nothing to apologize for, take your time!! i totally get it :))
Date: 2025-01-16 06:02 pm (UTC)Yeah? If they're all like you out there I think I'll stay right where I am.
[ Jesus, is this how far he's fallen? Where the only person who offers to take him to a hospital is Daniel goddamn LaRusso? Granted, he didn't want to go, or maybe he would've asked somebody else. Still.
Johnny'd be happy to let the conversation die down there, but unsurprisingly, LaRusso isn't. ]
What? I've got a mom, dumbass. [ Why else would he have a stepdad??? Duh. ] Love her to death, but y'know. S'complicated, or whatever. It's probably better for her that I'm not there. Peaceful.
[ Because she won't stand up to Sid, but he did. ]
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Date: 2025-02-15 09:18 pm (UTC)[ This is what it’s come down to: name calling. It’s a shock they haven’t truly been in this territory before, really. With every moment that ticks by, Daniel regrets letting Johnny into his car just a little more. This is what he gets for having a little empathy.
That empathy’s not going anywhere, ether. While his knee-jerk reaction is to respond with with a snarky yeah, probably, and while he’s thinking about how much more peaceful life would be if he hadn’t offered to drag Johnny t the hospital and just let him suffer alone with his bag of frozen peas, he’s starting to put the pieces together. Mr. Country Club doesn’t have it as good as one might have thought. It takes every fibre of his being, but Daniel practices an extreme level of self-restraint and keeps his mouth shut.
For a moment. ]
Yeah, well, your stepdad must be a pretty huge asshole if even you think so.
[ Read: “sure, you’re an asshole, but I guess there’s a limit, huh?” ]