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Miharu's dull, downcast gaze goes through all the colors of the rainbow as the action scene on the TV flickers and flashes. The bar bros had wasted the sunlight doing deadlifts at the barbell rack in the living room, and they weren't even halfway through their routine.
Not a word about being free to go.
Black Dad: Ok, so, brother, you did get why that happened, right?
Chin resting on his hand, the White Dad only shrugs with one shoulder, and only barely.
White Dad: Eh.
Black Dad: Lord Hateseveryonealot was only pretending to be redeeming himself. He was pullin on Drillface's strings. And yet, he didn't shoot her with the Cat Shotgun that shoots cats. Why's that?
White Dad: Alright, dog. Let's hear it.
Miharu yawns: this is her fault. Trying to understand her, the dads got into Magical Girl Drillface as well. They've been doing that ever since she was a cat tail grabbing toddler- but never this hard.
Black Dad: The man hates everyone, alright? That's is out of the question, non-negotiable. So: he wants her alive because he thinks Drillface can't put up with the pressure. He thinks she'll turn.
White Dad: Nigga that's just superficial, I gave her the benefit of the doubt for like FOUR CHAPTERS and nobody even died because of her. FOUR CHAPTER getting shit from crackas talking like this.
White Dad had been talking only moving his mouth, managing somehow to keep the rest of his face completely still.
Black Dad: Oh, come on, that doesn't matter.
White Dad: Nigga look, if she woulda put a cap on a nigga, then that's it. But she didn't. That one Shotgun Hands girl, the one that broke down from the pressure when she was eatin momma's ramen and shot the whole shit when she was tryin to hold them chopsticks? That's how you know it, man. That's how you know they bein realistic about them feelings and shit.
Black Dad: Bro, Drillface is just strong.
White Dad: Nahw, dog; she's got somethin else. Somethin special, like love and shit. And you know what? Lord Hateseveryonealot knows it too. And that be why he didn't kill her, dog.
Black Dad: Nah, man, you flying WAY too high bro. Miharu?
What a pleading voice.
Ӝ Miharu: Eh- I don't want to spoil it. Can I go now?
Black Dad: Are you one with those taxes?
Ӝ Miharu: ...almost?
Taxes: that's how the Fukugawa's punish their daughter. They've promised themselves to never use physical force to educate, which is /much/ easier said than done. And after some careful deliberation over the years, they did manage to stumble upon Miharu's true nemesis:
taxes.
White Dad: That doesn't sound like 'yes sir, they are done.'
๑ Marie: Can I finish them later?
The dads look at each other
and laugh to their hearts content.
