[He takes a moment longer, drinking half the bottle right there at the kitchen, sighs.... and is in view.He'd been in power for hours now. His eyes stared over at Trauma. Yeah he knew this was going to suck. But he moved over to the door, paused near by and kicked off his shoes.]
Checking in, Dad. [It was muttered, flicking another shoe at the spot he always left em, and.... feeling at a loss of what to say or do. Fuck, he HATES this feeling, but now that he's here he's feeling butt burned again] ...
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Checking in, Dad. [It was muttered, flicking another shoe at the spot he always left em, and.... feeling at a loss of what to say or do. Fuck, he HATES this feeling, but now that he's here he's feeling butt burned again] ...