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[roadmostbloody]

Norman PINs into the living room of his apartment, with a good grip on his daughter's wrist, a grip he doesn't relax.  He doesn't start in on her immediately, either.  Because what the hell do you say?

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[hairatenyc]

She'll start, then, shall she? Yelping a little, trying to pull away from him -- still wearing that ridiculous, far too revealing outfit. "Dad!"

[roadmostbloody]

One deep breath, two. Not going to explode at his daughter before she's even born.

"Care to explain that display?"

[hairatenyc]

She glares at him, more annoyed and frustrated than properly angry. "What about it?"

[roadmostbloody]

His glance at her clothes says a great deal.

"You told me you were worried about involvement with him."