Disobedient Daughter
Oct. 29th, 2019 01:05 pmRyuko's life hasn't exactly been "hard". She has a father who apparently gives a shit about her and who tries his best to make sure her life is secure. Maybe a little too secure. She's been chafing under his rules and his stupid curfews and... everything, really. She doesn't hate him - she's never hated him - she just wants him to let up. To let her do some stuff on her own. It's why she's been staying out later and later every night, doing her best to make sure she has as much time as possible with her friends, to make sure that she has a good time. Because she's young, right? And she's supposed to be living the best years of her life. There's no way in Hell she's going to just meekly come crawling home and do exactly what he says. She's not a little girl anymore.
So instead, she comes blundering back into their home at some god-forsaken hour of the morning, with alcohol on her breath and maybe a few other things humming in her system. She closes the door behind her without much subtlety - the thud would probably be enough to wake her father if he's not waiting up for her - and then half-stumbles forward through the entryway, reaching down to tug off her shoes. She glances up, the haze of alcohol making everything seem fine. Great. Fantastic. She should really let her father know she's home, right?
"I'm home!" she calls out into the dimly light entryway and then laughs, mostly at her own sense of humor, and then, socks sliding across tile, she ducks into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, right? The rush of the faucet fills the air. Yeah, she's definitely making noise. No way in Hell is she being at all sneaky about the fact that she just wandered in far later than she should have.
So instead, she comes blundering back into their home at some god-forsaken hour of the morning, with alcohol on her breath and maybe a few other things humming in her system. She closes the door behind her without much subtlety - the thud would probably be enough to wake her father if he's not waiting up for her - and then half-stumbles forward through the entryway, reaching down to tug off her shoes. She glances up, the haze of alcohol making everything seem fine. Great. Fantastic. She should really let her father know she's home, right?
"I'm home!" she calls out into the dimly light entryway and then laughs, mostly at her own sense of humor, and then, socks sliding across tile, she ducks into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate, right? The rush of the faucet fills the air. Yeah, she's definitely making noise. No way in Hell is she being at all sneaky about the fact that she just wandered in far later than she should have.