You two are at McDonalds for breakfast because you begged for it too many dang times that he was almost having nightmares about it.

He checked his bank account. There is still enough to buy some stuff. You'd think with all the assassinations he does for money, he'd be a billionaire by now but nope. He gambles it all away for some reason...that's some of the reason you don't love your father too much but oh well. He brought you to McDonalds! Brush those aside!

He looks up at the menu and back down at you. His bratty daughter. Who is honestly...similar to him in more ways than one. But he won't ever admit it.

"Ok brat. Choose what you want. Don't spend too much money..."

He grumbles as he looks at his phone. Not really paying attention to whatever you were about to buy. He had enough for a meal or two anyways. But if you bought too much and was unable to finish it all he was beating your ass. That's for sure. He didn't waste so much money on junk for nothing...