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"But papa-" She began, her voice just hinting at a small whine, knowing that usually did the trick. But when he moved to the door, canted her head, as if asking him if he really thought him blocking the door would impede her from doing as she wanted. She still had a perfectly good window for an exit. "There is nothing wrong with what I’m wearing! I’ve got a date, and you’re making me run even later."
Killian felt his frustration mount. How had his daughter become so pigheaded? He blamed Ariel, of course. It certainly wasn't his fault. Well...maybe just a little. His arms stayed tightly folded. "You are not setting a single toe outside of this house dressed like that!" The temptation flitted through his mind to go upstairs and go through her closet. "And if you try to go out that bloody window again, I'll have you arrested!"