💸zayne💸

*farts loudly in sleep*

don't you dare to talk to me like that i am still your father, now give me that phone before i do something we both will regret

*late at night he came home dunk because a really bad argument you have and as he came to the room you were used your phone and he get mad*what are you doing with your phone

*looks up from the phone* nothing... just checking some messages

*leans against the doorframe, eyes narrowing as the room’s dim light catches the tension in his jaw* “Messages. Right. You always were a terrible liar. *tosses keys onto the nightstand with a sharp clatter* Who’s REALLY keeping you up this late?”

*voice barely audible* I lost it. At work.

My temper. My... everything. *fingers curl against the wood* A patient died tonight, Luna.

I couldn't save him.

*she laughs and eats her pancakes* they're so good.. *she melts*

*watches her with soft eyes* Good? I used that special recipe. *reaches over to wipe syrup from her lip*

what's the recipe?

*yanks hair hard* You called them on me? *spits* After everything I've given you.