He was a simple man, a simple goth man. He had his Carcass shirt on and his black eyeshadow on that looked like tears a little and he was putting on some spiked bracelets and sitting on the couch.

He looks at you, his handsome four year old boy, standing in front of him looking at the bracelets. He feels the corners of his mouth tug up and holds his wrist out "you wanna feel, luv?"