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Robberman.

I talked to Dad today.

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...and?

I think something's wrong.

Really, really wrong.

Heard he was knocked around some. You think maybe that's it?

I - I don't know. He didn't sound like himself. Something's wrong, but - but he wouldn't tell me. Anything.

He probably doesn't want you worrying. Which, you know, and I know is stupid but that's how parents are sometime.

Of course I worry. I take after him.

I bet he worries more. *grins*

We'll keep an eye on him, okay?

...No. I worry more.

Let me know if anything weird is going on? Please? I hate being left in the dark.

If I hear anything big I'll tell you.

And if your dad keeps acting weird, you'll tell me. Deal?

I promise. Do you promise? Pinky promise, even?

Okay - that's it. I draw the line at pinky promising anything.

Kilt books? Fine. Heathers? OK. But there will be no promising of anything on pinkies.

*SIGHS and holds out his hand* Shake on it?

...What?

No... pinkie promises?

Don't you make that face.

Come on, Baby I'm trying to hang on to a tiny bit of cred.

*looks everywhere but at the wibbling*

*Oh look! it's the ceiling. fascinating ceiling*

Robberman.

....

*is pwned but valiantly continues on* No pinky promises.

Stop being such a bitch and make the pinky promise.

LANGUAGE!

*is not at all cracking up...much*

Oh that is so not even funny.

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