He had been sharpening his blade across his lap, lost inside of his mind of twisted and cruel thoughts. Typically, he would’ve sensed a presence approaching, but this one time, it took him by surprise. He lifts his gaze and scowls at the figure before him.
❝ You must have quite some balls to approach me. ❞
stopping where his father had prevented him from moving from, he had blinked his eyes, hearing a bowl hitting the ground. letting out a sigh, he knew this meant trouble. not for them, but for him. “ Father … “
and he was gone, rushing out to meet the culprit that had disturbed his bananas. god, how did he end up with a father that adored bananas that much ? “ Father, you should rush in like that ! “ frowning, he followed more down the steps, almost convinced that at this point there probably wasn’t anything too harmful.
There he stood, frozen in the doorway to the kitchen after having just turned the light on. An oversized stray cat, walking up and down the counter top, knocking everything off. It was filthy, long haired, and twice the size of a regular cat. At first, Jin mistook it for a dog which would have been fine, but a cat? No. No this was not fine. This was far from fine. He hates cats, his allergies, oh God here they come.
❝ ACHOO! ❞ It startled the feral animal, it had jumped and decided to attack. It pounced him and he fell under the weight of it. Screaming, Jin thrashed about as his face was being scratched at. ❝ SON, STAY BACK! DADDY’S GOT THIS. ❞ But he didn’t got this at all.
“ Dad … I doubt there’s anything there … “ the words muttered tiredly, holding onto the said taser that his father had given to him. rubbing his eyes, he had thought it would be smart to follow his father down the stairs, not only to be sure that there really was nothing, but to make sure that his father did not go even more insane. “ And where … did this taser come from … ? “
❝ That’s a question better left unanswered. ❞ He holds out a hand to stop Ryou from progressing any closer, and uses his other hand to open the door somewhat. He peered out into the dark hallway. A noise of disturbance downstairs, something that sounded exactly like his fruit bowl hitting the ground.
❝ NOT MY BANANAS, YOU DON’T!! ❞
With that, he rushes out the door, flailing around like a lunatic.
Bakura, you’re an 3.000-years-old evil spirit, you’ve seen all your friends and parents die in front of you, your soul is an endless space of darkness. You can do better than this
❝ Ryou, hold this taser. I thought I heard something downstairs and I’m going to investigate. Defend yourself, got it? ❞ What a way to wake his son at 3 am. With that, he heads to the door armed with a crowbar. They better not be touching his goddamn bananas.