Sweater, overalls, more or less the basic attire he wore day to day. Much better than sitting at the table in an undershirt in front of his family during the holidays. Terry was not picky about what he wore in general as long as the get up worked well enough. Besides, Thanksgiving was just going to be him and one of his daughters. Granted it still bothered the middle aged man that his younger one was sitting at a dorm studying for hours on end. Not that he blamed her. College was tough, and he went through the perilous routines back in the day. Not to mention the costs. God. He wanted to pummel the fucker who thought it was a good idea to charge an arm and a leg for simple, general education courses. If his daughters had not obtained some form of scholarship, the stress levels would have risen to the point of head explosions. Last he checked, head explosions were bad. A tiny package ripped open, the moist towelette inside removed to start cleaning off a pair of bifocals. Making sure everything was cooked right only worked if the bearish man was able to see. Last time his glasses were cleaned was a few days ago regardless. Playing Terrasphere became half a job at this point, and sometimes Terry was a little too used to not having glasses in game. Ugh, what a past few days as of late. At this point he had enough of people getting kidnapped and others going insane, and he had to stop himself from binging on cough drops considering none of the yelling he did affected his physical body in the real world. Eyes narrowed as Terry sighed, thumb and index finger moving about the lenses with precision. Or at least approximate judgements. The outer rim were the lenses attached to the frame itself was a pain in the ass to clean. "Let see let's see... uuuh, turkey, right," the large man said as he rushed back to the kitchen. He wanted to make sure everything was in order before Shiloh arrived, and that included letting the food cool down so they did not have to wait long to start eating. The plus side of living alone was that nobody was around to hear him delve into profuse swearing trying to stuff the dead bird who insisted on being a fucking problem even though it no longer lived. Oven mittens covered his hands and part of the forearms, the door opening up to reveal a swift blast of heat. A single glance at the thermometer noted the fowl's body now cooked, its soul rotting somewhere in hell. "Good. Stay there after the shit you gave me while putting in the stuffing," Terry mused. Clangs of a pan meeting stove top echoed for a moment, the door closed shut before a meaty finger turned off the mechanism. No need to set the house on fire by accident. Tossing the oven mitts aside, he wandered over to a drawer and began pulling out silverware, prepped to serve a meal set for two. More like three or four depending on how both Terry and his daughter felt this evening. Hell, perhaps they might even sit down and watch a movie afterwards before deciding on watching a classic instead of the garbage new film they, in theory, decided upon. Being critical of things with no repercussions always made a man's day. Forks, spoons, knives, and plates all lined up for a small fiesta to allow two, greedy people to devour as much food as they desired. Speaking of a second person, Terry glanced towards the clock, hoping he was not running late. To his knowledge, Shiloh was going to arrive any moment now. Maybe. Grunting, the over sized man let out a sigh, "Maybe I should call. No, no no. She'd kill me if I bugged her again. Don't know what her problem is. Parents usually call two or three times the day before, right?" His eldest did have a key, so he will know when the college student arrived. @Nemean
"The University will be closed on Thursday, November 23rd and Friday, November 24th." Yeah, right. Sure. Classes were completely out of session. That was exactly why this professor emailed her a very lengthy, heavy weighted assignment. Shiloh groaned at her inbox in what could only be described as a mixture of agony and disgusted. Who sent out homework on Thanksgiving? Professor Smith, naturally; that heartless old goat with her permanent scowl and veins of pure ice. She was supposed to be watching the Thanksgiving Parade goddammit. Senior year should really be worrying about your thesis and all that other shit not this added bologna. Thank god Shiloh raided her father's house yesterday in order to make her dish for dinner today. Well, more like dessert.. although she would totally eat pumpkin pie for dinner if it was allowed. She had already woken up late and was now busy glaring daggers at her computer like it was the one who had wronged her. An exaggerated sigh escaped her lips as she hopped off her computer chair. Okay, okay. Shiloh really ought to get ready before her dad gave her phone a seizure, which was really not healthy for her poor phone. One day the phrase "blowing up your phone" was going to become much, much more than a phrase. Already her phone had become overheated due to his constant calls - and that wasn't even dramatizing it! Luckily it didn't take long for the twenty-one year old to get dressed. Despite being of the female gender, Shiloh was hardly one to agonize over her looks. Her terms of "dressing up" for the holidays was grabbing some festive sweater and black pants. Combined with neatly brushed hair and the absolute bare minimum make up and.. Bam. She was done. Being a low maintenance kind of gal definitely had its advantages. Running late? No stress! She wouldn't take over an hour to get ready like a certain someone she knew, which was totally not throwing shade at her sister. Too bad transportation couldn't be as fast as getting ready. Were buses ever on time? Ugh. She should probably tell her dead she was running late before he had a coronary but as she reached in her phone to find her pocket her mind drifted. Every one was rushing by her, getting last minute ingredients for their dinners. Or preparing for those evil stores that stayed opened/opened at 5pm on Thanksgiving. New York was a pretty chaotic place but it was an an enjoyable buzz around her unlike the literal war she had recently been forced to face. Shiloh recoiled as she thought of the NPCs laying in their own blood across the field. Even online she couldn't save- Oh, shit - the bus! Realizing the bus driver was glaring her with an "are you or are you not" look Nemean quickly climbed up the steps. Onto the bumpy ride of horror where it felt like death was always near inches away, especially when the bus driver was practically driving up the cars in front of him. Somehow, magically, she made it to her destination safely with her thoughts cleared and focused solely on having a wonderful day with her family. Her heart sped up in anticipation, mouth already salivating at the thought of delicious turkey, as she walked down familiar roads. With her long strides it didn't take long to reach her home away from home. Not even bothering to knock - after all, she had a key - Shiloh burst into the house and was immediately flooded by mouth-watering aromas. That and her dad's worrying. "No. No they don't Dad. Most parents leave their twenty-one year old adult children alone." she playfully chided him as she went to hug him, flashing a toothy grin. "I could poll the other students in my grade if you'd like to know how right I am and wrong you are." "It smells delicious as always." Her eyes darted to the refrigerator. "I will kill you, though, if you've touched that pumpkin pie I slaved over yesterday. Where's sis, by the way?" Clearly she hadn't got the memo that they'd be down one today. @Alonso Thorlion
"JESUS," the bearish man said, teeth grit and fork clattering on the table. It did not scratch anything around the area of impact, otherwise he was not going to be a happy camper about his precious dishware getting ruined. The intruder upon his home was to be given no quarter for surprising Terry due to the travesty of ruining his concentration by way of spontaneous entrance. How dare his precious, eldest girl berate him -and- ruin perfect coordination in his kingdom, "Well quite frankly I'm not most parents, and I prefer 'adult' and 'children' being separate nouns, thank you." Ah the unbridled wit. One thing he somewhat missed once the girls set off their own paths. That and the father-daughter hug as per visitation requirements soothed the savage beast. Well, he did not have a health point threshold to deal with here, nor was that required for him to go mega ultra protective father routine mode. Being a savage beast was meant for in game tomfoolery. In the real world he was Terry Landon, large arms embracing his daughter, Shiloh Landon. With a chuckle and one eye held shut, he bent closer to eye level, "I'd like to think your fellow peers are sick of your 'Prove Dad Wrong' polls at college. Good to see you honey." His lips gave his still little girl a peck on the forehead, squeezing the young woman tight before letting go. Although not before reaching his hand out and allowed his fingers to play with Shiloh's signature bow. Teasing came from the master of the house first, passed down through generations for another proud soul to accomplish. Mentions of that tempting pumpkin pie swirled into threats which no doubt the young woman was more than happy to come true. Giving her a grin, Terry wandered to the fridge, opening it to allow his free hand to showcase the delicious family favorite, "You know I prefer to eat my desert without the murder factor. As you can see, it's perfectly sealed as you left it, free from my filthy, keyboard typing hands." Nonchalant flicking of the door and a push from his mighty palm shut the door, wide grin etched across his jawline. He waited to hear the pronounced thud before standing upright again. Right, the youngest, "She said she texted you, though it probably got buried underneath mine somewhere. Apparently her midterms and finals have been rough, so she's been trying to keep up with it all. Something about having to obsess over citations to the point where the format is shot out like clockwork. I don't know. When I was in school I just had someone double check mine and off I go without giving a damn knowing it was done. Just gotta save her some pie, that's all." That girl's courses were giving her such a hard time, Terry was two seconds away from not even bothering to call and just invade her dorm to check in. He will not even second guess doing that too. For the most part everything was set. Terry heaved his body over to the table, adjusting the fork he dropped. There. NOW everything was as it should be. "Turkey's gonna take a bit to cool off, so feel free to start with everything else. Got the usual done, you know, sweet potatoes, veggies, all that stuff. Help yourself," he said, already grabbing a plate and starting to load up. Goddamn this was the part he waited for all day. All of this food cooking in his face and never the proper time to munch on it was about to drive the middle aged brute mad. "Recorded the parade for ya, if you wanted to watch it later. You always kept jumping on me when you were younger, literally, to get my sorry ass up so we don't miss it," he said, a mischievous grin appearing once more. @Nemean
