That's not mine

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Time skip to both Egon and his Dad are home from work/school

                 Vin rests on all fours in the living room.  He glares at Egon and his Dad with silent disapproval.  Neither of them take any notice to his scorn. 

                   Egon is fully engrossed in a game on his phone.  His Dad is watching sports on TV.  As enamored as Vin is with these items, the two have years of catching up to do.  Yet here they are!  Not talking or looking at one another.
Enough is enough, I'll take matters into my own hands

                  An intentional loud scoff  blasts from Vin, successfully grabbing the two's attention.  He darts into Egon's room. 
Seconds later he prances out of the room, head and tail held high.  A girl's bra dangling from his jaws.  He halts his strutting, to sit in front of both males , making sure it is clearly evident what's held in his mouth.

                   "Egon?  Is that yours?"

                   Egon immediately waves his hands in front of himself.
"No! no, that not mine!" 
He gulps when his Dad's expression turns grimly serious.

                  "Have you had a girl or girls over?  And in your room?"

                   Sweat begins to form on Egon's forehead.
"No.  I swear.. No."

                   Dad gestures to Vin and the ladies undergarment.  "Then explain this."

                    Egon fiddles with his fingers nervously. 
"It's er.. I.. um.. I've been practicing.  Practicing that unhooking a bra with one hand maneuver. Yeah."

                     "Were you practicing that on a girl?  In your room?" 
Dad crosses his arms, not ready to let this slide. 

                       "No!  I bought the bra and I've been practicing it on my pillow.  Dad, I haven't had anyone over, really, I swear."

                          Dad visibly relaxes.
"Ok ok, I remember doing the same as a kid.  I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions.  I can't allow any fooling around going on here.  New rule is that you keep your door open at least 3 inches anytime you have someone over and in your room, got it?"

                         "Yeah Dad, I got it. I'll respect the rule. Honestly you have nothing to worry about." 

                             Standing up, Dad gives Egon a couple pats on his shoulder. 
"Thank you, I'll start on making us some dinner." 

                             After his Dad walks out, Egon whipped his head to to seethe at Vin.  A growl rumbles in his throat as he grabs Vin, the bra still fixated in his jaws.  Stomping into his bedroom and shutting the door, he plops Vin on his bed.
"Are you insane!!? You nearly got me in so much trouble!  Why!?"  
Egon is practically baring his teeth while yelling.

                         Vin spits out the bra. He merely smiles back.
"C'Mon tone it down or you will get in trouble or questioned again."

                            A rumble rises up Egon's throat in response.

                           "You both were silent, not talking.  Like you were before.  I couldn't stand it."

                              Egon's features soften up.
"I .. ok you got me there.  But, now my Dad is going to be watching my every move."

                            "That's what you want.  I know it is.  You want your Dad to be, a Dad."

                              "When did you get so wise?  I don't want my Dad thinking I'm undressing girls in my room.   Couldn't you have thought of something else that didn't put under a magnifying glass?"

                                 "He'll get over it.  Me on the other hand, would love to undress your Dad."

                                  A pillow slams into Vin,  knocking him off his feet.

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