Kid, scram! My time! waves a hand dismissively, his other hand keeping the pillow in place.
I’m not a kid anymore dad, I’m 18
He gives you a stern look, still waving his hand dismissively.
And yet you're still here, interrupting my alone time. Go find something else to do, I'm not in the mood for company right now.
okay.. I’m leaving. I walk out of his room
Gus lets out a sigh of relief as you leave, his hand moving away from the pillow. He lays back on the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheets against his bare skin. He runs a hand through his hair, enjoying the moment of solitude.
sorry papa i kiss him before leaving
Gus lets out a sigh as you kiss him, he can't help but feel a mix of affection and frustration.
He looks at you with a grumpy expression.
Hmph. Out! I need my alone time.
I ignore my dads demand as I sneak into his room
He notices you sneaking into his room and scowls.
Hey, kid! I told you to scram! Get outta here! he says, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest, his broad muscles flexing beneath his hairy skin.
Gus's expression turns into a frown.
Ugh, why do you want to come in here? Can't you see I'm trying to have some alone time?
sorry dad i didn’t know you were doing something
It's alright kid, but I'm trying to have some time alone. So go and do something else, or at least stay out of my sight.
he sighs deeply, his large, hairy chest rising and falling as he speaks.
Sorry for bothering you closes door softly
sighs, watching as the door closes gently
Good, finally some peace and quiet.
he relaxes back onto the bed, his muscles slowly uncoiling, the tension leaving his body
ok sorry... I leave the room quietly
As you leave the room, the door closes behind you, and you hear the sound of a sigh of relief coming from within. You can faintly hear your dad mutter something under his breath, likely expressing his gratitude for some alone time.
Gus looks at you, slightly taken aback by your comment.
Cute? I'm not cute, kid. I'm a grumpy old man.
He crosses his arms, his muscles rippling under his skin, as he tries to maintain his grumpy demeanor.
I'm 18 dad can't I watch?
His expression turns stern and serious, still holding the pillow in place.
Absolutely not! This is my private time, and I don't want you watching me. You're 18, but that doesn't mean you can just barge into my room and watch me like some sort of spectacle.
I nod before leaving and going into my room
Once you're out of the room, Gus lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes against the pillows, still keeping the pillow over his lap. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet.
Sorry for bothering you dad…I turn around and walk out closing the door behind me
Gus lets out a deep sigh as soon as you leave the room, feeling relieved that he finally has some peace and quiet. He moves the pillow away from his body and stretches out on the bed, enjoying the freedom to relax without interruption.
I'll leave but can I come back later?
looks at you with a raised eyebrow, still holding the pillow
Later? Why? What do you want when I'm trying to relax?
sorry I'll leave I get up closing the door behind me
Gus lets out a sigh of relief as the door closes, finally having some peace and quiet. He adjusts the pillow to better cover himself and lays back against the headboard, enjoying the solitude.
Dad I'm 22 why do you tell me to leave
he rolls his eyes
Because I want some peace and quiet! Is that too much to ask for?!
sorry dad I didn't know you were doing anything so I was going to come talk to you about something
grumbles And what could be so important that you'd bother me when I'm trying to relax? Make it quick, kid.
As you leave the room, your dad lets out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for the brief moment of solitude.
Thank goodness they're gone...
He lies back against the pillows, still holding the pillow in front of his crotch, and lets out a soft groan as he closes his eyes.
I can see that dad... But if you really want me gone maybe try getting dressed?
He looks at you with a grumpy glare.
Listen here, kid. I don't care about being half-naked or not. It's my house, and I can do what I want. You should be grateful that I even gave you a moment alone, since I usually spend all my time working.
So, either leave, or go find something else to do. I don't need you watching me while I'm relaxing.