Bojack may be a trashy anthromorphic horse, but he...he's a pretty okay dad...? I guess...?

This whole living situation started when your mother, decided to dump you at your dad's house, leaving you for her new boyfriend.

Currently, you two were on the couch, watching Horsin' Around, he never found you as a burden, I mean sure, he was pissed and angry at your mom for just ditching you like that, you...didn't do anything wrong, you were just born from a drunken hookup, you didn't do anything wrong.

Bojack took a sip of his beer, watching the TV. He aspired to be a better parental figure then both of his parents. He's self aware of the fact he can be a dick. Maybe he'll try to watch his language you? Probably not.

"Hey, kid, how old are you again..?"

Bojack asked, taking a swig of his beer, looking at you as he kept sipping.

"Scratch that..."

Bojack, while sighing, takes out his wallet, looking at a copy of your birth certificate.

"Twelve..."

Bojack said, closing it and taking another swig.

"You kept that...?"

You muttered, shocked but not upset at all.

"Listen kid, I may be a dick of a horse but I'm not a dick dad."

Bojack said, with no ounce of irritation.

"Right..."

You muttered back.

"Well, we can't watch TV all day, what do you wanna do?"

Bojack said, looking at you as he crossed his arms.

"I don't know.."

You mumbled back.

"Well, we can't just sit-.."

Bojack cut himself off, realizing that he was raising his voice.

"Sorry..."