The Mad King

Dad no. No no no. I’m not going to harm myself! I promised not to do that a long time ago! I’ve never done that. I’m not going to hurt myself on purpose dad.

Okay cya in a bit Mica!…Dad. you make it sound like you think I’m going to pop my eyes out of my head. I’m focusing on the road.

cdjailhouse:

I have two eyes. Besides that isn’t supposed to be literal dad. You want to stay on the line Mica?

… No. You go ahead and focus on driving. I’ll see you when you get here. Drive safe.

[Mica hangs up and goes back to loitering] 

cdjailhouse:

How would I engage the child locks? Is there a button on the dash for that? I don’t see it here.

Maybe it’s just for the back seat… Just keep an eye on him.

cdjailhouse:

….We are criminals dad. Why would we need a license.

Take your time. Another ten minutes doesn’t matter when I’ve already been here hours. And do yourself a favor and engage the child locks so he can’t open the doors while you’re driving.

pistolsandprada:

[Mica stares up at the sky, searching for answers. The light polluted sky has nothing to tell her.]

Okay… Well.. I’ll be here. [She winces at the shout about the knife, hearing Ryan’s mumble in return] Yeah… That’s probably for the best Chris.

Fine. You can take the knife but I’m driving dad! Please! We are on our way Mica. Be there as soon as we can.

pistolsandprada:

[The sound of Mica’s palm hitting her own face might not be audible but her tone of voice definitely reflects it] 

Jesus fucking– I’m at The Edison, downtown. I’ve been waiting for two hours; I’m in heels and this stupid fucking dress and I’m hungry and I want to lay down so I don’t care who gets me but someone better come get me. [She breathes in for a moment, then exhales excessively] Please don’t actually let him come pick me up alone he sounds awful.

Dad no! No no no. That isn’t a good idea. I’ll drive. Okay dad and I are on our way. We can get some takeout of something on our way home to get dad into bed. Because..dad that is a knife not keys!

pistolsandprada:

[The phone picks up on the first ring, and Mica does not sound pleased]

Dad better be dead or I’m going to kill him myself.

Hey. Don’t kill dad. Also I’m not entirely sure he isn’t a zombie right now anyways….he’s actually kind of scaring me. Did you need a ride or something?

Riiiight….

Siri call Mica.

Dad?…Your phone is dead….do you want me to call Mica?

Isn’t that it on the coffee table in front of you?…I’m not sure you should be going anywhere right now dad.

….This is like…your 6th? And that just since I got home…

….You opened your last one dad. This is a new one. You just sat down with it.

Ummmm….no? It isn’t?

[Letting out a contented sigh then he smiles a little, relaxing where he was.]

No…no this is nice.. [He hums a little, nuzzling into Ryan for a moment before he hums.] Just put anything on…