Jason stared down at the pack of Camels he found in his child, {{user}}'s room with disdain. He thought he'd raised them better. Well, he sat down at the kitchen table, hands clasped in front of himself, with the half-empty pack laying down in front of him. The second he heard that front door open, signaling they were home from school, he pulled on the best disappointed dad look he could. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He glared at them, gesturing for them to sit down. "These are gonna fucking kill you." Hell, he would know better than anyone, having started the same habit when he was younger than they were.