Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20200107004931/@comment-36459171-20200108014329

Kars had sat down and began reading the news on his phone, though did it in the most daddest way possible, with his phone in an iron grip and one finger scrolling through his feed, squinting at some of the words. Like most parents, he wasn't a technology geek, though his pride often got in the way of trying to figure things out. Nirvana and Eury had offered him help many times, though he had stubbornly replied with, 'No, no, I got it.' Sometimes he did have it down, sometimes he didn't, though he was so determined that he'd spend hours trying to study the technicalities behind the problem, just to avoid asking for help. What was a fact though was that he knew his way around weapons and survival tactics more than anything else, only though he hadn't taken up any careers revolving around it. Back in his teen years he had thought about joining the military and maybe working his way into the special ops, but didn't think he could constantly be under another's command, so instead he took it upon his self to learn what he could and would occasionally go to the shooting range. "Wait. Nirvana's been dating Han?" He echoed incredulously, staring after her as she walked towards the bedroom, following after her. She didn't even seem phased by this, but oh man did Kars dad instincts hit maximum overdrive. "Isn't he grounded for beating the shit out of another kid? He doesn't even care about his grades or his future, he isn't going to be successful." He argued angrily. How could his daughter, strong, confident, and smart, fall for a kid like him? She didn't seem to respond though, and just began braiding his hair, a sort of tradition for them. Changing alongside her, he threw off his work uniform and slipped into just a pair of shorts and a blank tee, until she dropped more disturbing news. "He was on top of her? Oh fuck no. That kid is dead. Where's my phone? I need to call his parents."

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"It truly is the best of our drinks here in this establishment, a fine choice, m'lady." He gave a small little bow, mimicking a French accent, which didn't pair to well with his own. He returned the kiss though for a bit longer, watching as she began to lounge on his bed. It was a bit messy, though messy was an understatement. It was trashed. He'd make the bed and fall asleep, then next thing he knew it he was tangled in the sheets and tripped one time trying to get up. "I know I look cute, but you're cuter." He returned sweetly, before rolling his eyes at the mention of one of his fathers. "Pfft, ya think? It's not like he'd do anything anyways, even if he said he'd did."

"It's not like I go out much, it wouldn't be hard to find me." Han snorted. It was true, he was only ever in a few places and didn't get out much, though a small part of it was because he was grounded a lot. "Yeah, that's true... they'd probably even invite you over for dinner, if they walked in right now." He chuckled, knowing of his parents hospitality, especially Genji's. The man was always joyful and calm, it was hardly ever he was in a bad mood.

"Oh- right. What about two more Sprites, fresh out of the freezer?" He bargained. He scooted over in his chair and let her squeeze in beside him, handing her the controller and wrapping his arms around her. "Aren't you a pro gamer?"

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Genji was sipping some herbal tea, watching his husband scurry around the kitchen. The man just seemed so much in his element when he cooked, though Genji could never pinpoint why. All he knew was that the food was delicious, even if it was a bit spicier than he could handle. Even Han would sometimes emerge from the darkness of his man cave to have a bite before disappearing for another few days. He frowned at Esidisi's protests, and set his mug of tea down with a sigh. "As much as I hate to do it, he's not going to learn if we keep letting him do what he's doing now. You know it hurts me to do this, but you won't take initiative." He spoke sadly, meeting his husband's gaze. "I want him to be successful in whatever he wants to do for a career, but if he keeps skipping school just to beat up kids for looking at him wrong, he might end up in prison."

And that was one of Genji's worse fears, losing a loved one with no control over the situation. He could try and control Han, but there was no hiding from the law forever, and if his son ever went deeper into this rabbit hole, then no doubt he'd be a criminal. So as Han grew, Genji had begun to get progressively stricter, the boy even managing to bring the calm man out of his peace. "Whatever it is, it's gotta get solved." He rubbed at his temples, dropping his gaze.