he smiled sadly back and walked in.

his dad looked like the worst kind of human being. he was lounging on a recliner, smoking a cigar while beer cans were piled up next to him. he was balding, with greyish hair, and a massive beer belly. he reeked of alchohol and illegal drugs.

Echo nose scrunches at the smell.

Horatios dad immediatly locked eyes with Echo, eyed up her body, and immediatly (and shamelessly) pitched a tent in his pants.

Echo had to hold back a snarl and a growl.

he rose, grinning. *whats your name, beautiful?* he asked, looking like a perv. his belly wobbled a lot, looking like Jello.

Echo says, "Echo sir,"

he grinned. *Sir. i like that. keep calling me that, Princess.* he said.

Horatio coughed, and his father glared. *i said get me a beer!*

Echo had to hold back a growl and a glare.

Horatio sighed and left, and then his dad smirked at her and gestured to his alchohol smelling recliner. *sit.*

Echo faked a smile and says, "No thank you sir I rather stand,"