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tohil smacks a hand against the back of his son’s head, snatching the remote out of chanyeol’s fingers and changing the channel back to what he’d been watching earlier.
“i said you could come hang out at my place if you felt like it,” he says with a slight roll of his eyes that is entirely pretend annoyance. “i didn’t say you could camp over here for a month straight and turn on whatever tv program you like.” this is an absolute lie, of course, chanyeol hasn’t been over for a month straight, but he likes to exaggerate, especially so with his little firecracker of a son.
“if you are gonna stick around here longer at least make yourself useful and heat us up some nachos, would you?” there’s a momentary silence as he continues his path to the other couch, but as he puts the remote down on the coffee table he glances back sharply.
“and i mean properly, i don’t want black coals for dinner again,” he warns before the boy can think of doing something stupid just for the fun of it.