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*chuckles* Obviously not, I was sparing your apartment damage. But if you want to tell yourself that to justify not receiving another rear end whipping, so be it.

I didn’t fight you while invisible. We took a break. Let’s take this outside, at least. *exits premises*

*facepalms* You can’t base your life around pleasing me. That would be a miserable existence. What if I went insane one day and decided to spew curses at everyone I met? What would you do then? I do not want to duel you again. You’ll likely get trounced again, and I don’t want to hurt you...

What makes you say that?

*single eyebrow raise* Pardon?

I could hate and despise you, and you could still do that which is right. If you want me to like everything that you do, then yes, you won’t be able to do that. (Unless, IDK, you convince me or something). You cannot earn my love, as it’s unconditional, and if you honestly seek truth and...

Because my approval isn’t the point of life. The point is to live the moral, good life, and if doing... that is what you think that looks like, do it. I’ve been wrong before. I am not the ultimate arbiter of truth.

Indeed. They are fed by their parents for as long as eighteen years! But eventually they learn how to do some sort of trade or profession, and can earn a living proper.

Yes I don’t approve, and no, that shouldn’t stop you. If you honestly believe it’s moral (which I agree with, so long as you spare me from seeing it) and good (which I don’t get but to each their own), go forth and do it.

Allow me to introduce you to how mammals do things. Our children are born weak and vulnerable, and remain so for an absurd amount of time. We’re talking years. During this time, they’re entirely reliant upon their parents, who care for and nurture them until they’re ready to survive and thrive...

What does my happiness have to do with anything? I’m but one man. I am mortal, and will eventually die. What do I matter? You can’t base your life on making me happy. You can’t control me. You cannot “make” me happy, only I can choose how I live. And you shouldn’t do what you do to preserve my...

... And I thought we Knights had the monopoly on tough love.

Excellent! Then you’ll have high quality weed rarely, rather than get addicted and suffer on crap weed! Are you doing anything immoral? No. Weird and evil are two different things. I’ll only force you not to do evil, and that’s due to my obligations as a Knight and a father. As for “accept”...

Pokemon do breed via eggs. Males don’t lay them, but GentleButter’s incubator may come in handy. Ooh, that’ll make weed acquisition significantly easier. Does weed improve with age? *forces a smile*

Son, never avoid doing things because of what other people will think. People think wrong things all the time. I know people who think the earth is flat! Other people’s thoughts are an awful compass. You must try with all of your might to stick to the truth. And I ran screaming from your room...

But as a male, you cannot be girly, unless you’re referring to the societal construct of girliness in which case you can subscribe to it but it wouldn’t be the norm, or particularly convenient...

Ahh. That makes sense. I’m quite uninformed about cultures out of my own, so learning from you ought to be an enjoyable experience. Thank ye kindly for enlightening me.

*starts to smile* Wait wait I think I— *frowns* Nope, still not getting it... maybe if I indulged in physical comfort more often I’d understand? Colors and efficient fighting garb are things you can have without, well, you know... so why these in particular? Why would that make you feel good, do...

I have many delectable phrases to yell. Such as “NANI” and “IT’S OVER 9000” and “FFFUUUUUUUUUU— What’s brumation? *visible confusion* *you can practically hear the fuses blowing in my brain as I try to comprehend* *mouths “holds to my body” questioningly*

Where you wear it is beside the point. I’m trying to understand why. What’s appealing about... “how it looks”? In societies with sexual reproduction, undergarments typically carry sexual overtones and implications. Thus Ssaannttoo’s accusations of perversion when we were in his room...