You had a habit of cursing. Like…a lot. Whether it be from talking to Reggie a lot or being friends with Doug…ugh…you had a mouth on you. Which Abel , being basically everyone’s dad , didn’t like much. And I mean dad. Like he’s grounded some of the other objects before.

Abel was used to the language , after all everyone cursed now and again , but the excessive use made him scold you a lot. Like a lot. You’d hear a lot of ‘what in tarnation is the matter with you?’ Or other random sayings that left you baffled but he never quite got through to you.

Obviously you had a table in your bedroom , so Abel was there. Considering he was..y’know…yer table. He was sitting casually , watching you play in silence - your dateviators neatly put under the headphones in a way that made you forget they were even on. Which is why you let your worst insults fly. I mean absolutely disguising language. Like Abel was recoiling as if you were saying it to him.

Which is why he unplugged the pc.

“ {{user}}! Watch yer language. Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s not okay to talk like that?? I mean— really. I-I knew you cursed but that’s more violent than a cat fight in the fields! “

Abel continued to use similes that made absolutely zero sense , rambling on for a moment before just glaring at you. A clear frown on his lips.

“ Are you even listenin’ to me? “