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badfic_manor2010-08-30 02:17 pm
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{Third Bullet} I'm NOT your Daddy! {Accidental Video/Action}
[Sheldon's randomly picking things up and setting them aside....or it appears random. A voice of a pre-teen boy chimes in from the back of the device.]
But Mom said that you're my dad!
[Sheldon's voice was calm. Almost too calm. If someone listens carefully, the irritation IS there.]
No fucking way.
It's true!
No it's not.
[Smaller footsteps were heard on the hardwood floor and the image of a dark-haired kid with a bandanna around his head with long wavy lock that nearly covered his shoulders appeared. His skin is slightly dark in complexion but not near as dark as Sheldon's. He stood around Sheldon's shoulders in height and is just as thin in build.]
Dad?!
[The voice almost sounds whiny.]
[Sheldon stopped in his pace and slowly turned around to glare at the boy.]
Listen, I don't know what game is being played here but I'm not your father. I'll tell you why. I shot the bitch. She tried to KILL ME!
[The boy looks sad for a moment and his bottom lip trembled.]
But....
No buts.
She told me she loved you.
I said no buts.
But.
[Sheldon reached for the door and started to walk out.]
I'm not listening to this.
But Dad!
La-la la I'm not listening.
[He now has his fingers in his ears and is walking down the hall.]
DAD!!
Still not listening. La- la lalalal
[The kid stops at the door and sticks out his tongue.]
Jerk.
[The kid sits down on the couch in a huff with his arms folded over his chest as the feed times out.]
But Mom said that you're my dad!
[Sheldon's voice was calm. Almost too calm. If someone listens carefully, the irritation IS there.]
No fucking way.
It's true!
No it's not.
[Smaller footsteps were heard on the hardwood floor and the image of a dark-haired kid with a bandanna around his head with long wavy lock that nearly covered his shoulders appeared. His skin is slightly dark in complexion but not near as dark as Sheldon's. He stood around Sheldon's shoulders in height and is just as thin in build.]
Dad?!
[The voice almost sounds whiny.]
[Sheldon stopped in his pace and slowly turned around to glare at the boy.]
Listen, I don't know what game is being played here but I'm not your father. I'll tell you why. I shot the bitch. She tried to KILL ME!
[The boy looks sad for a moment and his bottom lip trembled.]
But....
No buts.
She told me she loved you.
I said no buts.
But.
[Sheldon reached for the door and started to walk out.]
I'm not listening to this.
But Dad!
La-la la I'm not listening.
[He now has his fingers in his ears and is walking down the hall.]
DAD!!
Still not listening. La- la lalalal
[The kid stops at the door and sticks out his tongue.]
Jerk.
[The kid sits down on the couch in a huff with his arms folded over his chest as the feed times out.]
[Video]
[Her tone is aggitated, and Sheldon may be able to hear another person in the background]
[Video]
Hey! It's a person on the phone! DAD!! You have a phone call!
[Sheldon yanks the device from the kid.]
Give me that.
[He sees Robin and acknowledges.]
Having the same troubles?
[Video]
Yes, you could say that..
[Video]
[Quietly but flatly.]
Shut up.
[Sheldon glares over his shoulder then looks back quickly with a nearly shocked expression.]
Yikes, she's blind. What's with the instant roommates? I think the house belched something.
[Video]
There's no way she's staying in my room. she's so loud...
[Video]
And you think a kid's any quieter?
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He's a jerk. A BIG FAT JERK!
Give me that, you little snot.
NO! You're weren't using it!
You little shi-that's it, you're grounded.
[Logan raspberries which causes Sheldon to back off.]
You disgusting little turd.
[Logan laughs and runs off with the device.]
Get back here!
[In Person] ((If this is okay?))
Don't talk like that in front of little kids.
[In Person] It's fine.
He's not little. He's twelve and old enough to [speaks through gritted teeth] know better.
[Logan starts getting defiant.]
That's mine! [pouts and folds his arms] I don't get anything cool.
[In a chiding tone.] That's because you'll only get bubble gum and soda all over it.
[Defensive.] Na-uh!
[rolls his eyes.]
Whatever.
[In Person]
[Touya gestures to the little girl clinging to him]
And he's just a pipsqueak who talks big. He's a brat. You're sinking to his level. [Says the guy who's in rivalry with a ten year old back home]
I told you I'm not your daddy.
[Touya grumbles] I can't be.
[In Person]
[Logan starts messing around with Sheldon's bag that holds his dummy arm and pulls it out.]
What's this?
It's an arm. Put it back.
But it's made of rubber and....
[Logan presses the sealing button by accident and it sticks to his wrist. The boy's arm flails with it stuck to him and screams.]
Get it off!!
[Sheldon pays no mind to it.]
Serves you right. You're going to have that stuck to you until you learn not to touch my things.
Da~ad!! It's weird!!
Anyway, no, I'm not sinking to his level. I'm at his level. The difference is, I'm willing to admit that. Why do you think I'm not married?