Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20180212023438/@comment-27824390-20180222212439

Wolf rubbed her fingers and thumb against her forehead, muttering something under her breath crossly about this as she headed to the living room, knowing he must be there, and stopped at the entrance way of it, her face blank as she stared at the passed out form of her father lying on the couch, bottles of beer and wine surrounding him, a frown pulling at her lips as her eyes went cold. "great....he got drunk again" she huffed.

"ok, ok, fine, maybe I was" he grunted