Featuring Seifer!dad and Hayner!mom. Enjoy, bitches.

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It was a morning like any other in the household of the Almasys. Seifer was drinking his whiskey-laced coffee and Hayner was washing dishes. Their adopted sons and daughter looked to them; this was normal in their household. It was a natural, safe morning. Or so they thought.

Throughout the year the Almasys had decided to homeschool their children in the way of radical unschooling instead of sending them to public school. Hayner let the children do what they needed to do, and if they weren't interested what was strewn their way, Hayner let the children find what they needed to find. There were four children: Asen, the oldest (16), a dark-skinned boy with bright brown eyes, Isiin, the second oldest (14), another dark-skinned boy with light gray eyes, Zhayn, the third oldest (13), golden-skinned with slanted brown eyes, and last but not least, their daughter Masia, tan-skinned and green-eyed. Each had their quirks about them, but they were mostly kind and open-minded.

Well, maybe.

But on this morning, Seifer sensed something. And not just any something, but teenage boys. Tennage boys that were not his own. He glared to the window, taking a large gulp of his coffee and setting it back down gently. Over the years, Seifer had gained somewhat of a beer belly from his Heiniken nights with Hayner. But that did not matter now; what mattered was the teenage boys he could hear coming closer and closer to his house. Zhayn looked towards Asen, giving him a Look. The one Look that said, Oh shit, not again.

Over the years, the same boys had driven by in their truck and smashed the mailbox. Every single year. But not on time or any sort of schedule, just randomized. Of course this drove both Hayner and Seifer crazy every time the mailbox was smashed in, but what could they do?

Masia was sleeping still, as was Isiin, but the other two were up. Seifer stood up, a sour look on his face and grumbled, "Going to the porch," as he opened the front door behind him and stomped outside. Zhayn waited a few moments before hearing his dad grumble some more from outside and sighed. "I think they're coming here again. Those fuckers don't have lives." Hayner pursed his lips. "True," he agreed with his son. He sighed. Maybe he would be able to witness Seifer's anger at the boys. It seemed Hayner was out every year when this happened.

He heard a screech of anger. He knew it was time to go out. Zhayn opened the door. "Here ya go, Dad," he said. "Oh dear god," he breathed. They drove by ..

And smashed the mailbox in with magnificent clashing.

Seifer made an unnatural sound of anger before running fast towards the mailbox (well, at least as fast as his beer belly would let him) and shouted out the best profanity Hayner had ever heard him use towards the mailbox boys ..

"DIIIIIIIIIIICKFUUUUUUCKS!!"

There went the morning.