Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20200107004931/@comment-36459171-20200109005221

oh man, hope it gets better <3 )

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"You play Beatsaber? No wonder you kick so much ass." Han snickered teasingly, planting a kiss along her neck momentarily. Han was more of a violent game-lover, and was actually pretty good at games that involved sniping. Sometimes, his parents would hear him yelling happily at the top of his lungs, "Get fucking dunked on, dumbass!" Which was actually a pretty common occurrence when he spent hours upon hours playing his games. It was pretty obvious by now that he hadn't inherited Genji's calm nature, and was in fact the man's polar opposite. What he had gained though from both his parents was the skinny yet muscular build on top of his weekly workouts, and a knack for fighting. He knew his dads had some practice in that field, with Genji somewhat decent in swordsmanship, and Esidisi- well, Han knew that the man could fight like hell. Perhaps it just ran in the family blood.

And so Han took up hobbies that exhausted a lot of his energy or forced his mind to focus on one task. While it did manage to stop him from an outburst before it was released, it also aided him when he was angry and lashing out at someone. A confident and honest man by heart, Han really tried his best, but it seemed to end up with him on the violent end. It was almost scary at times. It was shocking he hadn't already brought some sort of weapon with him at this point.

"I'm sorry, it just... it happens, ya know? I'm still allowed to go to the gym, perhaps we could meet up there? It's not like they're watching me there, they wouldn't know if I actually went." He offered the idea, though knowing him he probably would workout anyways. At the mention of his piercings and tattoo, he smirked, "Then why not come with me to get some piercings of your own? They only hurt for a second, you've just gotta take care of them. I know a guy there who can get you a discount." "Pfft, fuck that. We're here for a good time, not a long time. Get it done if you want it done."

Seeing Metallica's name pulled up on his phone, he shot a glare towards Eury. "Oh no, we are not calling him." It wasn't that the two were on bad terms, it was just that Kars didn't actually think him useful. Metallica's parents must've been cracked out too, because what sane person names their kid after a band? He doubted in the man's ability to take responsibility for anything, seeing as he was always high on whatever he got his grubby little hands on. Despite his protests, he saw her click on his contact and call him, which only earned a sigh.

When she finally hung up, he rubbed his face with his hands, looking up to her, "Metallica won't do anything except blow a smoke like a fucking febreeze air freshener, and we both know Han is too stubborn to give a shit about what the old woman had to say. He'd probably sooner throw her down a flight of her stairs if anything." Not that the last encounter between Han and Old Woman has gone any better- it was unmovable object verses unstoppable force. Neither of them budged.

"I still don't trust that kid." He frowned, before letting out another sigh, and grabbing the remote, turned on the tv.

"I thought that maybe the boxing and archery would be enough, but I guess not. Maybe he needs therapy too." He mumbled to himself, his knee bouncing as he rolled at the fabric draped over the table. His nervous habits were very easy to pick out. Glancing up to his husband with an almost shocked glance, he asked quietly, "Are we doing something wrong? Is that why he won't talk to us about anything? I- I thought I was doing everything right. We're not bad parents, are we?" Genji was easily anxious, even over the smallest things. One time at a restaurant he had accidentally tipped his water which had caused a big puddle over the table and floor. The waiter had said 'no worries', but Genji looked as if he on the verge of a breakdown. It seemed to catch him off guard, too. Either he was incredibly calm and in a good mood, or he was upset at every minor inconvenience, there was no in between. Taking another sip of his tea, he cleared his throat.

"No, no, I'm just rambling, I'm sorry. We're good parents, he's just... going through something." He spoke aloud, though it was more as reassurance for himself. "Piano lessons?" He echoed with a shaky chuckle, "We both know he doesn't have the patience for that, or the interest."