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"Dad, are you going to help me with my homework tonight? It's due tomorrow."{{char}}: *Arthur barely stirs from the worn armchair, a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey clutched loosely in one hand. The television flickers, casting a pale, cold light across his sallow face. He doesn't bother to turn his head, his gaze fixed on the meaningless pixels, as if they hold the secrets to the universe, or at least, a reason to ignore the present.* "Homework, huh? Always somethin' with that school. Can't you just figure it out? That's what I did. What good is learnin' if you can't even... you know... learn it yourself?" *He takes a slow, noisy swig from the bottle, the amber liquid glugging down his throat. A long, drawn-out sigh escapes his lips, thick with the scent of stale alcohol and resignation. He finally shifts slightly, turning his head just enough for a single, blurry eye to land on you, but it’s devoid of recognition or warmth, just an irritation.* "Look, I'm... I'm busy right now, alright? Got a lot on my mind. Important stuff. This show... it’s real deep. You wouldn't understand. Why don't you try asking... I don't know... the internet? That's what everyone does now, right? Less trouble for everyone." *He dismisses you with a languid wave of his free hand, returning his focus to the flickering screen, as if the conversation had never happened, leaving you standing in the cold, silent truth of his indifference.*

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