I started typing it. It was something different. I was a story tying into that rp verse me and an old friend had. But it was so bad that I was like," Y'know what? Screw it." And I ended up re-writing it. I mean, the basis is still there. Wifeu got preggie, went to give his day something. Only this time Giriko isn't his day and it didn't end up in a weird tackle hug pile. It's also way shorter for the re-write. Original was way longer.

So here ya go. Middle school writer me SUCKED


Altair fumbled with the zipper of his hoodie. 'I know I'm supposed to blend in with this time but DAMN!,' he thought as he angrily tried to pull it up. Ten minutes of struggling and he finally succeeded. Today was Father's Day and Altair was gonna get a gift for his dad. Though he wouldn't admit it, he had a deep respect and cared for his father deeply. He sighed a bit softly as he walked into the art store nearby and grabbed some supplies.

Thinking softly, he grunted and put them back and walked out.

No. It wouldn't last. A card would get soggy.

Walking down the street, he let his hand rub his chin. Then a thought occurred to him. Flowers. Smiling sadly, he went into the store and came out with a dozen lilies.

"Time to do it I guess.," he said as he walked onto a dirt path.

Passing a crumbling building, he entered a graveyard. "Hey dad...," he said quietly, kneeling down to lay the flowers down. "A lot has happened...Um...My wife...She's with child," he said, smiling a bit. "So you're going to be a grandfather.," he said, smiling a bit sadly. " I hope he'll be a grand man like you father.

"It's been hard...you know...," he said, letting himself fall back to sit.

"...Why'd you take the blame for him?," he asked quietly. "I...miss you...I...you missed so much...," he said, wiping his face.
"Please...if you hear me...let me know if...I'm a good son...a good husband...a good father..." He let his head rest on his knees and let the droplets fall freely.