'Unhealthy and immoral,' hah. But, he supposes most teenagers go through a holier-than-thou phase. All he can do is ride it out and hope she'll get over it by the time she's twenty. Until then, he'll bare his teeth in a way that looks like a smile and say, "Well I'm glad that you're so open-minded that you'll at least have a bit if the situation calls for it."
If she gets cranky he's going to fall back on his old strategy of tormenting her until she's so annoyed she loops back around to a good mood again. T'ain't no way he's getting in a car to drive however many more hours with a pissy teenager, no ma'am. Particularly not when he's counting this trip as part of his birthday celebration, too. Cranky pants are a strict violation of birthday week dress code.
As Richard leans forward with a smirk, his voice drops to a low murmur. "Ah, is that what it is. So it's my fault that you decided to get frisky in the first place, little girl?" His fingertips tickle up the back of her calf and then down again, tracing around her Achilles' heel. "Now, I'd agree that I'm partly responsible for your insanity, but that, my darling, is just genetics, and it hardly differs from day to day." His grin widens. "However, if you truly insist on being so not-excited for your birthday, then I am more than willing to be excited for you. I'll see if there's a dollar store around here that sells party hats so I can wear one for you all the way to the beach."
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If she gets cranky he's going to fall back on his old strategy of tormenting her until she's so annoyed she loops back around to a good mood again. T'ain't no way he's getting in a car to drive however many more hours with a pissy teenager, no ma'am. Particularly not when he's counting this trip as part of his birthday celebration, too. Cranky pants are a strict violation of birthday week dress code.
As Richard leans forward with a smirk, his voice drops to a low murmur. "Ah, is that what it is. So it's my fault that you decided to get frisky in the first place, little girl?" His fingertips tickle up the back of her calf and then down again, tracing around her Achilles' heel. "Now, I'd agree that I'm partly responsible for your insanity, but that, my darling, is just genetics, and it hardly differs from day to day." His grin widens. "However, if you truly insist on being so not-excited for your birthday, then I am more than willing to be excited for you. I'll see if there's a dollar store around here that sells party hats so I can wear one for you all the way to the beach."