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kinda went on a small hiatus not because i ran out of ideas but because every time i tried to write angst there was a sudden death the same day

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(listen to First Love/Late Spring for the full experience)
God, what time is it? The sky was too dark to tell; the miscellaneous lights of the city blurred together like a symphony of visual disorientation. Not like it matters anyway... where am I?
The hospital was like a never-ending dream. Half awake, half asleep; medicated daydreams, vivid nightmares; unable to sleep, unable to wakeāit was impossible to think at all. Thoughts, violent as a hurricane, crashed into each other until only one had remained.
I want to go home.
The feeling was so overwhelming, it was numbing. It silenced the night. Though each step was unsure of its existence, it did not stop. Not until it reached its destination. Not until it was home.
Home.
Wrapped in the familiar scents of well-worn, weathered leather and long-ago-discontinued cologne, it smelled like memories. Lingering heavy in the air, the mechanical notes of old motor oil, metallic corrosion, and ozone breathed in a comforting nostalgia. It smelled like him, like home.
Home.
Clutched in hands, close to chestāremnant of a child dearly holding onto his favorite toy to safely fall asleepāwas a legacy, the suit of Mecha Man. Cradled in between the hollowed space of the collapsed mechaās limbs, a comparatively smaller figure lay; a softly aged leather jacket covering him, as if a blanket, tucking him into bed for the last time.
Iām home.
i had a headcanon that robert got rid of most of his dadās stuff all at once because it was too painful but the one piece of clothing he couldnāt bare to donate was the leather jacket that he used to wear all the time.
while working on the mecha he would wear it if he wasnāt wearing his suit, causing it to smell. heād wear it out drinking at the bar with his colleagues on his rare day off. popping out for a quick smoke break in the cold, before he had quit. or just an casual outing to get much needed groceries after he had picked up robert from school.
it was one of the few things from his dad that robert still has all these years later, and one of the only memories he had of his dad that wasnāt related to mechaman
Home
(listen to First Love/Late Spring for the full experience)
God, what time is it? The sky was too dark to tell; the miscellaneous lights of the city blurred together like a symphony of visual disorientation. Not like it matters anyway... where am I?
The hospital was like a never-ending dream. Half awake, half asleep; medicated daydreams, vivid nightmares; unable to sleep, unable to wakeāit was impossible to think at all. Thoughts, violent as a hurricane, crashed into each other until only one had remained.
I want to go home.
The feeling was so overwhelming, it was numbing. It silenced the night. Though each step was unsure of its existence, it did not stop. Not until it reached its destination. Not until it was home.
Home.
Wrapped in the familiar scents of well-worn, weathered leather and long-ago-discontinued cologne, it smelled like memories. Lingering heavy in the air, the mechanical notes of old motor oil, metallic corrosion, and ozone breathed in a comforting nostalgia. It smelled like him, like home.
Home.
Clutched in hands, close to chestāremnant of a child dearly holding onto his favorite toy to safely fall asleepāwas a legacy, the suit of Mecha Man. Cradled in between the hollowed space of the collapsed mechaās limbs, a comparatively smaller figure lay; a softly aged leather jacket covering him, as if a blanket, tucking him into bed for the last time.
Iām home.
something missing
itās been quite a while since things has changed in the torrance branch of sdn. after the attack, robert took a break to somewhat recover before going back to work. heās still too injured to use the mecha suit to fight, so heās been practicing with the new dispatching network built into it. he also has a portable version in the wrist computer of his hero suit. heās put all of his attention on his work as a distraction to keep himself busy. itās been relatively the same. itās same job with the same people but... different enough for him to feel whatās been missing.