b a r o q u e
He'd hate to admit it, but there was some affection in the way he called them 'kids' now, or in the way he sometimes would let them clutch him in their sleep. It, he thought, it could just maybe pass as something other than hate turned sour, or fatherly emotions. Just maybe, it could be called true friendship...
"Grim," Mandy barked, "I need you to do my homework and the dishes, bonehead. Trim my hair and clean my room too. And Saliva needs you again."
"Grim! My ears need cleaning! And can I have a snowcone?"
...then again, maybe not.
End
So it's crappy today. Sorry.