*chinhands*
inspired directly by this, imagine Bog being called to his daughterâs school after she punches a kid for touching her in a way she didnât appreciate
imagine the look he gives the teacher/principal as soon as they explain why exactly they called him. The quiet, disbelieving glare, the way that his jaw tenses. He takes a deep breath, because he remembers what happened the last time he lost his temper at the last school. âAnd what, she was supposed t' let him do whatever the hell he wanted t' her?âÂ
He doesnât even stay long enough to hear an excuse.
âTell ye what,â He stands up, âYe donât even have to suspend my daughter. Iâm taking her home 'n sheâs not coming back. Donât think I want her anywhere near someone like ye anyway.â He opens the door, motions to his daughter, and she canât quite hide the smirk on her face as she strolls out with him.
The last thing the teacher/principal hears from him is a grumbled, âLucky ye didnât call my wife.â














