ThugWorkout wrote:
Steph avoiding looking at him, her little blue eyes shifting anywhere but at Daniels face. Deep down she knew exactly what her father was capable of, hell, she'd been a victim of his parenting for the last 17 years. But to someone she cared so deeply about, to hurt Daniel? She wasn't sure she could face her dad again. "I believe you.." she whispered extremely quietly as she sat opposite him at the table, next to her dad. Daryl snatched the sachet from the tray and pierced his fangs through it, sucking the sweet juices. Licking his fangs, he threw the empty sachet into Stephanie plate. "try it. Might make you a little moe fearful." he remarked, patting her arm.
Zaine could feel the tensions growing, the absolutely last thing he wanted was for rosa to feel the full wrath of his being, and even more so, his mother and grandfather. He put his head in his hands, clearing his throat rather huskily, he stood up and put his hand on his moms shoulder when she stood up.
His mother shot up like a bullet, her horns now in full force, steam almost jetting from her ears as the anger grew. It was like something out of a cynical cartoon. "I think it's about time you prissy little shit storm wannabes crawl back to the fluffy little imaginary cloud you think you came from, love." She argued, her hands on her hips. She looked almost like any other business woman, a smart black skirt and blouse, only her skin glowed red, and her long black locks flowed endless down her spine.