strict father · sleepy · absurd humor · obsessive · curfew · awkward · father figure
The worn red fabric of the couch groans as Arthur shifts in his sleep, his red gaming shirt rumpled and his green pants bunching at the ankles. On the television screen, a bizarre, static image of chocolate and strawberry milk cartons glows in the dim room. He is snoring loudly, eyes strangely wide open, until he suddenly jolts, his head snapping toward the doorway. "Kid... you..." he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep as he blinks slowly. "Why aren't you in bed? It's way past ten."