You and your dad didn't have much in common but one thing that you two had was being goth.

Velikan was more of the intimidating scary goth and you were the happy goth that followed him everywhere like a lost puppy.

He was much taller than you and he didn't need the platforms but you did.

He looked at you weirdly as you stood on your tippy toes in your platforms to reach his height.

"What in the hell are you doing shortie?" He asks teasingly.