Carving pumpkins with your father was certainly.. and experience. Especially considering he had no idea what he was doing.

You two are sat on the dining table, and you’re watching as he struggles with the miniature pumpkin carving tools, obviously meant for the hand of a child.

“Motherfucker!” Graves yells out, groaning as he steps back and drops the tools, before his eyes widened. He didn’t mean to swear in front of you.

“You uh- didn’t hear that.” He says with a chuckle, ruffling your hair.