"Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? / "I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said / Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?"
[SEASON ONE-SIX]
robby keene x fem!oc x eli moskowitz
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The dojo was alive with energy. Cameron, Hawk, and Aisha stood together as Kreese wrapped up another of his infamous stories. Arabella wasn't there-she was stuck at home battling the flu. Kreese paced in front of them, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes distant as he recalled a story that captured everyone's attention.
"You gotta understand, Mogadishu in the 90s was a hellhole," Kreese began, his voice gravelly, every word carrying weight. "Warlords controlled entire sectors of the city. My team and I were charged with cleaning the place up. It wasn't just a war-it was chaos. We were outnumbered, outgunned."
Cameron, standing with her arms crossed, couldn't help but grin at the vivid imagery. "How many warlords did you kill?" she asked, eyes gleaming with intrigue.
Kreese looked down at her, an almost imperceptible smirk on his face. "You keep track of every ant you stomp on?"
Cameron's grin widened, impressed. "Sick."
"Badass," Hawk added, nodding in approval as he leaned back, arms crossed, loving every bit of Kreese's tale.
Kreese paused for dramatic effect, eyes narrowing. "They were outmanned, outgunned. But we had the upper hand. Rwanda was no joke."
Before Kreese could go on, Miguel walked over, a suspicious expression crossing his face. "Don't you mean Somalia?" Miguel questioned, tilting his head slightly.
Kreese faltered, but only for a moment, the confidence briefly slipping from his demeanor. "Mogadishu is in Somalia. Rwanda's a whole different country," Miguel pointed out, eyes locked on Kreese, testing the validity of his story.
Cameron rolled her eyes, scoffing slightly. "Way to ruin the cool story, Mig. Kreese probably just forgot. He's been to so many places. I bet it's easy to mix them up."
Kreese quickly caught himself, chuckling as though he found the mix-up trivial. "You're right. I've spent so much time in the sandbox, it all kind of blends together."
Before the conversation could go any further, Sensei Lawrence's booming voice cut through the room. "Listen up!"
Everyone snapped to attention, lining up in neat rows as Johnny paced to the front of the class. His sharp eyes surveyed the new recruits, sizing them up as he continued, "We've got some fresh meat. Time to see what they're made of."
