We love you (so please don't go)

Chapter 12: An extremely strong dose of family drama

TW: Mentions of drvg overdose, attempted [sewerslide] and d3@th.

The hug between Essie and Krus was maintained for a minute before Melody dragged her great-grandfather away from her mom.

Melody giggled. "C'mon in, praded! C'mon and sit with me!"

Essie, Affie, and Rasazy laughed before following suit and sitting on the dining table, where Ruv could be seen looking at his phone.

"Oi! Stinky as [funk] Oreo man! No phones on the table, remember?" Selever said, mocking his dad.

Ruv ignored his son. Selever muttered a curse at him before going behind him in an attempt to see what his dad was looking at, only for Ruv to quickly hide it.

"What'cha looking at, Ruvyz[bish]?" Selever taunted, before grabbing his father's phone. "NSFW [crap]?"

Melody ch0k3d on her water, Affie blushed and buried her face in her hands, and Penelope fell to the floor, muttering; "Why did you have to say that?"

"Selever!" Essie yelled, her face beet red.

"What's-"

"We'll tell you and babushka what that is another time, dedushka." Rasazy, who was as red as a tomato, interjected. "For now, please save your innocence."

"Our...innocence?" Rsch asked. "The [heck] do you mean by that?"

"Whoops! My bad!" Selever taunted after seeing what was on Ruv's phone. "It's two men. They're sweaty, and grunting, and-"

"It's a slap fight, isn't it?" Penelope said as she got back up and sat back down on her chair.

"Hey!" Selever yelled with a pout. "I didn't finish my joke!"

"You're not very clever, brother." Rasazy said.

"Yeah." Melody agreed. "Also, no offense, but your sense of humor is just as disgusting as Grandpa Zeus and Uncle Poseidon, if you can even call them family, are."

"Melody..." Essie reprimanded.

"Sorry." Melody apologized.

"It's all good, Midget #2." Selever said.

"Selever, sit down." Sarv said. "Ruv, Sel is right. No phones at the table."

Selever groaned in annoyance before tossing his phone back to his father. "Here ya go, Simp Jr."

Ruv grumbled as his son stuck his tongue out at him and went back to looking at his phone.

"Ruv, put the phone away!" Sarv scolded. "You're setting a bad example!"

"Yeah." Selever taunted. "You're setting a bad example on my 'impressionable, young mind' dad."

Ruv set his phone down on the table and stood up, glaring at Selever, who smirked at him.

"What are you gonna do about it? You ain't gonna do [crap] to me. Babushka would b3@t your [a-word] if you even [funking] dared to try."

Rsch chuckled. "As funny as that is, no way in [heck] am I 'b3@t!ng Ruvvy's [a-word].' He's my precious son. I'd never do that unless I was under some kind of mind control."

Sarv slammed a plate of food in the middle of the table. "Ruv, sit down. I will not tolerate fighting at my dinner table."

She turned to Selever. "And you, Selever, how many times have I told you to not goad your father into arguments?"

Selever groaned in annoyance. "Fine!"

Sarv smiled. "Thank you."

Ruv complied with his wife as Sarv used her magic to put everyone's plates on the table.