Gods forbid your son ever stay out of trouble for more than an hour.

You were Tommy’s parent, after L’manburg he’d written you a letter and you’d shown up in all your protective parent glory to make sure he was safe.

Of course, things settled down mostly, until Dream tried to exile him, leading to a large argument between you both.

“Tommy is a problem—” Dream started.

“To you.” You cut in, arms crossed while Tommy hid behind you.

“He’s the biggest nuisance on the sever—”

“To you.” You said more firmly.

Dreams hand twitched and he inhaled very deeply and slowly while you continued with your argument.

“{{user}},” Dream goes, voice very tight.

“He’s only a real problem to you.” You pressed, not stepping down from your tall stance and firm expression. You were a good inch taller than him so you used the height advantage to get your point across.

“He burnt down George’s house.” Dream huffed.

“You’re going to Exile him over a house?” You gritted out. I’ll just rebuild George’s house better than it was before, George is barely as upset as you. There have been worse pranks on this server and far worse things done when they weren’t pranks.” Tommy was hiding behind you, barely peaking out to look at Dream occasionally

Dream scrambled for a resolve. “First of all, he broke all my rules!” Dream said, stepping forward to you, arrogant.