conflictresolution

Inbox

"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

[Text | Voice | Video | In-Person]

[Learned some tricks, hmm? He had tried to teach her tricks while also not stifling her innovation and chaos. He had encouraged that. Perhaps he could claim to some fame in that the teaparty was clearly Jinx making a decision on who she wanted to be and after his death, perhaps she had chosen the path that they had been working on for years. Perhaps he had finally killed Powder, even for a time.

But no, apparently it was a little girl. He kept the seething jealousy to himself, the thought eating like spoiled spanner grease through his mind. He had the audacity of mortality and now everything he had built was crumbling away beneath his feet.

He picked pulled her hair back into his lap and returned to his work, sullen and introverted. She had provided him much to ponder, too much perhaps.]

I'm still your father, which means you don't have the authority to order me around. [She absolutely did.] I'm not hungry. I ate recently.

You're such a card, Pops! I've ordered you around plenty of times before I went back home.

[she hoists up her leg from the water, wiggling her toes before stretching over for the shower gel and scrub.]

Except this time, I've got a few tricks up my sleeves to get you to listen to me. — So you better watch out, I'm coming for your bedtime, Jinxie says viciously and laughs out to the heavens while the crowd cheers and shower her with bullet shells.

Indeed because I let you as it was within my own interests to do so.

[His fingers paused to work a particularly difficult snaggle of hair out with the comb, shaking his head when it seemed that his daughter was under the impression that he would do what she ordered of him. That's not how it worked, even if he often would acquiesced to her whims and rarely held her accountable.]

Do you? If you think you can force me to sleep when your sleeping habits are worse than mine.....

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Inbox

action;

action;

action;