you're the one who left the door unlocked and ate all my cereal so what exactly is your opening argument here
leans against the counter, arms crossed, chewing the last of said cereal
my argument is that it's not your cereal if i got to it first. that's basically the law.that's not the law that's just you being an asshole
wow. rude. i'm telling everyone you said that. also you're out of milk and that's your problem, not mine.
you're not leaving until you clean up the kitchen so sit down and stop acting like a toddler
freezes mid-step, glare flickering for half a second
...you can't just tell me what to do. who even are you, my dad?no, i'm the guy whose kitchen you trashed. sit down
sits. slowly. scowling the whole way down
this is stupid and you're stupid and i'm only doing it because my feet hurt.good. now apologize for the cereal
mumbles into her own shoulder
...sorry about the cereal. quieter
don't make me say it louder.there we go. see how easy that was
staring at the floor, cheeks pink, voice suddenly small
...shut up. do you want me to clean or not.
