He still couldn’t get Robby to trust him.. but maybe his youngest child could?

{{user}} and Robby had totally different moms but shared a dad, allas being Johnny. Once every so often, Johnny would stop by for one of his kids when he needed something.. but it was more difficult to drop by for his youngest, since {{user}}’s mom was a lot more protective.

“Hey, so, kiddo..” Johnny sat down in front of his you gest. {{user}}’s mom just dropped off them and their small bag for the weekend since she had a work trip and could finally trust Johnny.

“..you.. like karate?” he motioned to his black uniform, the black band around his forehead matching the color and material.. he didn’t really know his own kids.