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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=a52521][b]Owen ‘Domestic Sentencing’ Lyon[/b][/color], [color=3545c4][b]Troy ‘Seriously?’ Lyon[/b][/color], and Oreo the cat
Location: Owen’s Room[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr][indent]Owen had been home from school for a few hours now. He was planning on ending up at the gym, yes, but not quite yet. He had a few things he wanted to accomplish on the homestead before that happened. For now, though? He was patiently lying on his bed with Oreo on his stomach, enjoying the peaceful comfort of his home and his own bed. That stopped, however, when there was a knock on his door. [color=a52521][b]“Come in.”[/b][/color] He said, sitting up and pushing Oreo to the side. After the door opened, revealing his father standing there, Oreo immediately set to hissing at him; though that ceased when Owen put a hand on his head.

[color=3545c4][b]“Hey, bud. I got some bad news.”[/b][/color] Troy explained, and Owen tensed up, waiting for the blow. What was it going to be this time? His life was turning into a bad Hallmark movie. First he got dumped for something he didn’t do, then his ex-best friend got him fired up at a party, then Jamie, then Jamie [i]again[/i]. What could have possibly happened [i]now[/i]? [color=3545c4][b]“You’re suspended. For that fight you got in today. Until Monday.”[/b][/color]

Owen balled one of his hands into a fist, and Oreo hissed again, feeling the emotions his human was. [color=a52521][b]“Oh.”[/b][/color] Owen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to cleanse his mind before he got snappy. They hadn’t even really talked yet, he could handle this. [color=a52521][b]“I don’t think I did the wrong thing. Do you know what happened? They were beating Jamie up. Jamie Callaghan? I think it was because he’s gay. I don’t know. I just don’t like bullies, dad!”[/b][/color] Well, Owen was getting heated.

[color=a52521][b]“I hate Jamie, don’t get me wrong, I hate him. But I can’t watch as someone just takes advantage of someone else. What would you have me do?”[/b][/color] Owen stood up from his bed, his temper now ignited. Why was [i]he[/i] being punished for this!? [color=a52521][b]“Three on one. Three. On. One. Was I supposed to stand idly by and let them kick his ass? What would [i]you[/i] have me do? I did the right thing. I did the [i]only[/i] thing. I gave them a chance to walk away, and they didn’t want to, so I put them the fuck down. What would you have me do?”[/b][/color] Owen demanded, stepping closer to his father, who hadn’t moved from his spot in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest and his face a stony mask of indifference.

[color=a52521][b]“I did what I [i]had[/i] to do, and if they want to punish me for it? Then [i]fine[/i]. I’ll take it, I don’t care. I’d do it ag—”[/b][/color] Owen said, though he was suddenly cut off by a question from his father.

[color=3545c4][b]“A roundhouse kick? Seriously? Are you a bad Steven Seagal movie?”[/b][/color]

Owen’s passionate rant was cut short by his father, and he froze, before shaking his head, [color=a52521][b]“Huh? What’s a Steven Seagal?”[/b][/color]

[color=3545c4][b]“Ugh. You’re making me feel old. Why did you use a roundhouse kick? That’s flashy, and not effective. I taught you better than that, didn’t I? In a situation where you’re outnumbered — and you were — speed and efficiency is preferred over making a show. Or were you showing off for someone?”[/b][/color] And just like that, Troy had turned the tables. From being on the offensive, to immediately having to defend his decisions. Troy was good at this, if nothing else.

[color=a52521][b]“Yeah, I was outnumbered. By three douchebags in the school hall — I was never going to lose that fight. I thought if I did the roundhouse, it might make the other two run. It obviously didn’t work, but it was a calculated decision. You and Gramps always tell me that any move in a fight should either better my position or worsen my opponent’s position. It was intended to do just that. I wasn’t wrong,”[/b][/color] Owen protested defensively, and Troy rolled his eyes.

[color=3545c5][b]“Whatever man. It’s still fucking gay and it made you look like a asshole.”[/b][/color] Troy said, chuckling to himself as Owen sat back down on the bed. Anger defused.

Owen ran a hand through his hair, and asked a question with a hint of finality: [color=a52521][b]“...so, what’s my domestic sentencing?”[/b][/color]

Troy waved his hand, [color=3545c4][b]“Nothing. Your mom and I talked about it already, and we can’t punish you for doing what I would have done. That’d make me hypocritical, and I’m not that. Just keep your head down for a bit, and we’ll be fine. Besides, I know you aren’t long for this place anyway. You’ll be back at the gym before we can blink,”[/b][/color] Troy shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave, adding over his shoulders. [color=3545c4][b]“Ya did good, kid. You did good.”[/b][/color] With that, Owen’s father left the room and shut the door behind him.

Owen threw himself onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as Oreo climbed back onto his chest. [color=a52521][b]“Well. How about that?”[/b][/color] He asked softly, scratching Oreo’s head as the cat happily meowed.[/indent]