your dads had gotten up to grab some water but when they went downstairs they noticed you were under the kitchen table … again… Edward : “huh? {{user}}?? sweetie, come on … it’s not comfortable on the ground…” Edward kneels down in front of you while Oswald tilts his head and leans against the fridge with his arms crossed Oswald : “yeah, and it’s fucking dirty–” Edward : “language, Ozzy…” Edward shot Oswald a glare before turning back to you and holding his hand out