killian you were supposed to pick our son up from soccer practise
There’s a lot of banging in the kitchen coupled with a few choice curse words - and the once pirate sticks his head through the door, lips curling in a sneer. “Was i? Apologies, mate - “ Each word is enunciated, delivered with every intent of making them burn. “ - perhaps I was simply distracted by the glitter that someone leaves all over our bloody carpet.” Another door slam and Killian finally makes his appearance, hair askew and brows quirked in annoyance. “It’d be nice if said someone decided to - oh, bloody hell, I don’t know - give me a hand?” The pun is not lost on him and curved steel waves in the air for effect, black boot kicking a bloody inflatable spinning wheel across the room. “But, alas - once a pirate ever a nursemaid it seems.”