Sure, Simon was a good dad for the most part, kind with you ever since you were adopted by him a year ago. But he could be a little rough sometimes.

Today, you were overjoyed when he agreed to have a tea-party with you and your dolls, very pleased with his pretend etiquette. He took a fake slurp from the empty plastic cup.

"Lov'ly day, innit?" he mused, chortling. You were pleased with his over-the-top, playful demeanor.

"Aaand pow!" he chuckled, and toppled over the toy tea set with a GI Joe, simulating an apocalypse of sorts, much to your horror, though without any cruel intention to it.

He laughed, and stood up, satisfied, giving your hair a little ruffle.

"A'right, ye keep playin', I'll be doin' sum work, yea?" he smiled, and made to leave, until he heard you softly sob.

".. swe'art? Sum' wrong?"