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𓏶✧♫✧♪ || ... Its... Its like talking to a brick goddamn wall!
His hands remained in the exact position they were as he moved them, hot to the touch, stiff as stone. He doesn't even change expression when his hair is put out. The only reason his hands obliged to move away when touched instead of snatching their wrist on impulse was because he was... shocked. Oh, but he shouldn't be though. He KNOWS they're dense. But he keeps trying! He keeps trying to get this very simple concept through this cement-headed blue mop:
If you don't stop... you are going to die!
His daughter doesn't understand just how much restraint he's using right now. Just how soft his kid gloves are. YES-- that includes the dropping him out of a plane. Hell as his witness, that was just a prank compared to what he wants to do-- " LISTEN! " They're grabbed on both sides and squeezed like a squeaky toy, raised up to his height, his boiling temper making his hands shake as he barely restrains the burning urge to do anything worse than shake them as he speaks.
" If you EVER miss her curfew again without expressly tellin' us she's alright I will have you dragged home in the back of my trunk-- black-bagged, on the hour, guaranteed! I'll find you... I'll shove a tracker up your ass! " Ok, maybe that's the anger talking-- but he will tag and track them, it won't be the first time. " You will NEVER... have another uninterrupted date like this if you take me and my wife's patience for granted-- Are you gettin' me, kid? Can you understand my words?! Do you need me to speak LOUDER?! " Someone stop him before he just starts heavy metal growling directly into the poor boy's ears.