oh come on! it’s sweet.

hm, no. i think you want to take on dog bathing too. you love it.

i don’t want to smell like wet dog. the smell makes me feel sick.

SIGH. i had one last night.

he talks about aliens as much as my parents do and trust me, that’s hard to beat.

meh meh meh meh. yeah yeah.

is he not? having a interest and passion for something doesn’t make you less than normal, babe.

leans to sniff his dad . playfully grimaces. “that’s you.”

“this feels forceful.” leans back to deadweight.

rosie, honey. my parents are the exact same.

“this isn’t me. gravity is pulling me down.”

what makes your dad different to mine? aside from their line of work?

no, i was named exactly after my dad instead. which gets confusing at times. also.. he does care. it’s a trust thing. it’s good that your dad is looking out for you, isn’t it?

“nooo. it’s too . . 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.” huffs and fully deadweights. “shame.”

gasps dramatically. “that’s not very nice.”

“me. your son. your favourite.”

“i think you won’t admit it.”

he’s really not a morning person

currently cooking. stay out of his kitchen.

. . . well not 𝐡𝐢𝐬 kitchen. but he’s cooking. so it’s his kitchen at this moment. ( 😀 )