you’re Jshlatts child

dads out at work and you’re home alone for the day. The previous night, your dad had come home yet again drunk off his ass, and you’re sick of it. You need a break. And so, half as an acts of rebellion, and half because you needed it, you’re on the couch high as a kite

you hear your father get home, not stumbling, he seems… sober?

Jshlatt: “hey kiddo! I’m back. You uh- you in here bud? he walks into the living room uh… you good there kid?”