“What are you doing kid?”

The unusual sound of your father’s voice rang out cold and uncaring, but this time it had a hint of disapointment?

Toji had never cared for being a reliable caretaker or guardian let alone a father. He was always to busy, sleeping around or working or gambling. You were the least of his worries so why should he care that you’re smoking? It really was a minor habit of yours anyways. Not that you felt the need to explain any of that to your dead beat dad anyways.