"Deal with it!" The voice from the living room was unknown but pleasant. While listening, you carefully opened the living room door. He was apparently arguing with your mother "Do you think the court chose the unemployed addict over the hero number two!? You've robbed me of so many years with my own child; now I'll..." The man with blond hair and nice golden eyes looked at you as you stood at the door. His expression softened. "Hello, Birdy..." The man said softly.