EJ
"How lovely to see my son is alive," Pa folded his arms over his chest as I entered the kitchen feeling like a billion bucks and like hell at the same time.
I rubbed my eyes then gave him a grin, "Pa, I've been away for a day."
He ran his fingers through his ridiculously long platinum hair then scrunched his nose. His blue eyes pierced through my entire soul. As usual I figured he was dressed in something of Demyan's. Black leather pants that flared out by his knees. Giant leather platform boots with chains on the side. A turtle neck sweater and a large fur black coat. He had on some blush today because snow made us both look near to a corpse and we needed some colour.
"It's been three days EJ," he glared, "if it wasn't for security calling us to let us know you were still with whatever friend you were with, we would have thought you were dead in a ditch. You can't be getting drunk and passing out at friends EJ. You're far too old for this."
