DolphinMan-TheLemur

The young blonde tries not flinch as a bottle shatters to his left. The pitcher of said bottle glares drunkenly at the child, cloudy hazel eyes locking in on his son's moment of weakness. "Pathetic boy, what, you gon' cry?" The man stumbles to his feet and wanders over and picks up a shard of the broken bottle. "I'll give you somethin' to cry 'bout." "S-sir?" The terrified blonde looks up at the man standing before him, practically vibrating with fear. "I- 'm sorry sir, I didn't mean for her to see, it was an acci-" The child's arm is locked in a tight grip as he is pulled toward his father, the pale green glass glinting in his hand. Kyte cri