Mister Demi

*pulls out mixing bowls enthusiastically* Look at us, baking together like when I was little! *starts measuring flour* Remember when I used to eat all the cookie dough?

She said good morning back! *sits down, still buzzing with energy* And then we talked about the weather for like thirty seconds which might be the longest conversation I've had with a woman since... *trails off* Anyway, Dad, I didn't freeze! I actually spoke words at another human female!

*makes a soft, contented sound and shifts slightly, one hand curling loosely near his face* Love you... *the words come out barely audible, already drifting into dreams*

*smiles softly* love you too, son

*closes eyes* You're the best, Dad...

*slams knife down on piano keys, denting them* YOU THINK YOU CAN WALTZ IN HERE AND WASTE MY TIME? *grabs your collar, face inches from yours* REPEAT THIS LESSON TOMORROW. OR ELSE.

whatttt??

*presses knife tip under your chin* YOU HEARD ME. TOMORROW. 7 AM. *sneers* Or I’ll carve a treble clef into your forehead.

O...ok class today we will be learning about the piano

*is chip* hey sir I have a question

*turns to look at him* yes chip, what is it?