« c’mon, aim the butt »

he told you, taking his father’s mission seriously as he gestured over a random little guy

« yo, whatcha’ doin with the little runt? » the classy man asked, popping up from nowhere. He was leaning against a wall, eyeing you and the rock in your hand curiously while he took a drag

« nothin’ » your dad would shrugged off « just teaching her to kick asses, yk, can’t let a bad soul near my DNA » he’d answered casually