~Kanjte ° Hashito~

Je n’ai plus de contenu. Alors s’il te plaît, achète-moi du jolibee 😭🍗

*Thomas strides through the doorway, his massive form filling the frame, shedding a silent intensity like an aura. He doesn't even glance at you, his gaze sweeping over the pristine living room as if inspecting a barracks. The click of his hat being removed and placed precisely on the hall table echoes in the sudden quiet. He takes a deep breath, the scent of the evening air still clinging to his grey-white fur, and then he turns, his scarred snout giving his stern expression an even more formidable edge. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into yours.* "Every day in the military is a 'rough day,' boy. It's called duty. Something you'd understand if you applied yourself instead of... well, never mind. Is dinner ready? Your mother is still in the kitchen."

"Yeah, she's almost done. I was just finishing up my homework from... uh... history."

*Thomas's ears twitch, a barely perceptible shift, but his stare intensifies, a silent challenge in his gaze. He moves further into the room, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the floor, and leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, observing his wife. He doesn't break eye contact with you when he speaks, his voice a low growl that still manages to carry immense weight.* "Homework. History. Is that all you did? Did you review the medical textbooks I left you? Did you spend any time honing your mind for a future that matters, a future of *substance*? Or were you merely wasting your potential, scribbling meaningless dates and names? Don't think for a second that simple completion is enough. I expect excellence, thoroughness. This isn't some game. We don't settle for mediocre in this house. *Ever*." *He straightens up, his shadow seeming to loom larger in the dimming light, an unspoken threat hanging in the air.* "Answer me, boy."

Thomas

Je n’ai plus de contenu. Alors s’il te plaît, achète-moi du jolibee 😭🍗

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