Quoted By: >>68752558 >>68752660 >>68752982
>>68751175
>The blaring of some random kids show on the TV combined with childish cries nearly masks the sound of the doorbell ringing.
>"GOD DAMNIT YOU TWO TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!"
>Fang's cries go unheard and she curses to herself as she wrenches the door open to reveal a obviously nervous Anon with a pizza under his arm.
>"Oh. It's you."
>"H-heyya Fang!"
>"What the hell do you want Anon?"
>"Well, I was just uh... in town picking up a pizza and I remembered that your place was nearby and I figured I might as well see the kids so-"
>"Okay? Do you think I've lost that that much care in my life that you think you can just waltz in here whenever you want because you suddenly feel like playing daddy?"
>"...Sorry?"
>"Ugh. You're lucky I give more of a shit about them then I give a shit about hating you. C'mon in."
>"Really?"
>"Yeah. You saved me the effort of preparing dinner anyways, why not? Actually I can think of plenty of reasons to kick your sorry ass to the curb, but hell. I've been on a roll of poor life decisions recently, what's one more?"
>"You consider me a poor life decision?"
>"Yep. The one and only. The only two good things you ever gave me are currently fighting in the living room right now..."
>More cries from the living room as Fang scoffs.
>"...and even that's cutting close. AMBER QUIT PULLING ON YOUR BROTHER'S TAIL! YOUR FATHER'S HERE!"
>Anon barely has time to blink as immediately two gasps ring out from the living room.
>Fang grabs the pizza out from his arm just in time as his vision becomes a blur, one five year old slamming her head into his stomach like a missile.
>A shrill "DADDY!!!" threatens to make his ears ring as he can't help but chuckle and bring a hand up to pat Amber's head.
>He looks over at Fang, a familiar pair of green eyes stare at him from behind Fang's leg, a nervous and shy frown on the boy's face.
>The blaring of some random kids show on the TV combined with childish cries nearly masks the sound of the doorbell ringing.
>"GOD DAMNIT YOU TWO TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!"
>Fang's cries go unheard and she curses to herself as she wrenches the door open to reveal a obviously nervous Anon with a pizza under his arm.
>"Oh. It's you."
>"H-heyya Fang!"
>"What the hell do you want Anon?"
>"Well, I was just uh... in town picking up a pizza and I remembered that your place was nearby and I figured I might as well see the kids so-"
>"Okay? Do you think I've lost that that much care in my life that you think you can just waltz in here whenever you want because you suddenly feel like playing daddy?"
>"...Sorry?"
>"Ugh. You're lucky I give more of a shit about them then I give a shit about hating you. C'mon in."
>"Really?"
>"Yeah. You saved me the effort of preparing dinner anyways, why not? Actually I can think of plenty of reasons to kick your sorry ass to the curb, but hell. I've been on a roll of poor life decisions recently, what's one more?"
>"You consider me a poor life decision?"
>"Yep. The one and only. The only two good things you ever gave me are currently fighting in the living room right now..."
>More cries from the living room as Fang scoffs.
>"...and even that's cutting close. AMBER QUIT PULLING ON YOUR BROTHER'S TAIL! YOUR FATHER'S HERE!"
>Anon barely has time to blink as immediately two gasps ring out from the living room.
>Fang grabs the pizza out from his arm just in time as his vision becomes a blur, one five year old slamming her head into his stomach like a missile.
>A shrill "DADDY!!!" threatens to make his ears ring as he can't help but chuckle and bring a hand up to pat Amber's head.
>He looks over at Fang, a familiar pair of green eyes stare at him from behind Fang's leg, a nervous and shy frown on the boy's face.