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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.

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𓏶✧♫✧♪ || The parents were worried sick.

They didn't even call! He's very much considering just putting a tracking device on them both constantly as punishment. Perhaps you'd think that was a lecture fit for his own daughter upon yanking open the door at the sound of their bell, but the bubbly girl was given little regard beyond silently waiting for her to say goodbye and head to her room like she doesn't notice the black flames rising off her father's back, the ragged breathing resembling a wild bull. No, its never the daughter's fault. His daughter is perfect.

Instead, the boyfriend is slowly turned to, a motion with enough tension it resembled a concrete block scraping against cement. The red, pin-hole glow of his unnatural eyes aimed at their head like sniper reticles. " You... are makin' a lot of assumptions about how long you're gonna live... " His hands, big and hairy claws with sharp black nails, inch dangerously close to their throat as he manages hushed words through clenched teeth.

" Do you have any idea... how close I was... to sendin' search parties to sweep this whole damn city... because of you...? I thought... something... HAPPENED TO HER! " At last, his temper finally erupts, filling the whole doorframe with roaring purple flames, voice unholy deep and loud. Even his daughter might have heard that. He leans close into their face and lowers his voice again. " REMEMBER boy... If you give me just one, single reason to believe you're not capable of carin' for my daughter, it won't matter if she thinks you're 'cute'... what speck of good-will your little songs grant you is gonna burn up in ashes along with you. Understand? "