"Can I not check up on my own daughter?" I asked Kida. "Looks like I should've came sooner. I said glaring at the human. "Haven't even sent this one to me. I'm disappointed in you Kida."

He took the jacket and threw it down the stairs. It landed neatly in an empty hamper. "So, me being tired and grumpy offends you?", He asked flopping on the couch, taking another bite of peanut butter. "You like a social justice kid or somethin'?"

I looked at the hamper and then looked at him with wide eyes. "Woah." I whispered. I glared at him. "No I get being tired and grumpy. But someone" i glared at him again. "Is being rude and more than grumpy. I told you would regret it if you called me kid again Scrypten." I couldn't jump on his shoulders like I was planning on so I sat on his lap instead. I grabbed the peanut butter spoon from him. "You gotta share this." I told him before eating the peanut butter.

Scrypten made a low noise. He pulled out his cheese bag, dumping it into the peanut butter. "Now that I have fulfilled my original plan, you may not eat my food.", He growled, grabbing the spoon and the jar again, taking a big bite. He quickly regretted that decision, choking down the mass of cheddar and cheap peanut butter. He smirked at Tyrone in triumph.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You made a weird noise." I looked at him unsure if he was hurt. "That is just plain nasty." I told him while making a face. "You have cheese on your face." I said grinning. "It's obvious you don't like that Scry." I told him giving him a name I could actually say.

"You just ticked me off a little.", He replied, whipping off his face. "Yeah, it was pretty bad." He took another bite though, too hungry to care.

"How'd I tick you off?" I asked. I scooted off him to the opposite side of the couch. He was still in his monster form and he was kind of scary. He looked like he could throw me as easily he did my jacket. I looked off in a random direction and subconsciously rubbed my dog bite scar. "I'm sorry." I said quietly.

(Actually, he is in his human form. he only uses his monster form when he is enraged or around other monsters. He finds his human form more comfortable.)

"You took my food, It's my problem, not your's.", he replied, finishing off the pb&c with one great scoop.

(Oh oops)

"It's still nasty." I told him. "I'm gonna get some actual food if you don't mind." I told him not waiting for a reply. I looked in his pantry and found a granola bar. I sat down at the table and started nibbling on it.

He lounged on the couch, eyes closed. Scrypten's hands were neatly tucked behind his head as he relaxed. soon a low hum could be heard from his direction; he had Eight Days A Week stuck in his head.