And here it was. The dreaded lecture. Honestly, Junior didn't think what he'd done was that awful. He'd made certain no one was actually killed, hadn't he? Not even when some of the versions had been much more colorful than the rest had he allowed them to actually out and out end another's life. Even in the cases of the vampires, he'd made absolutely sure that they only feasted on the locals.
But no. Of course that wasn't good enough. Not for his father, or the rest of the Continuum. It was never good enough, not really. Every so often he'd manage to get it right, and then he'd get bored and decide to have fun again and before he knew it, they were right back where they'd started.
It really was becoming quite a point of frustration for him.
"I was just having fun," he retorted. The low tone of his voice, the hint of a pout, it was all very reminiscent of the teenager that he was - at least in comparison to his father. However he knew that the tactic of trying to act surly wouldn't really work, at least not for long, so instead he heaved a sigh he didn't even really have to make in the first place and twisted a bit so he was facing the other Q fully while still balancing effortlessly on the railing upon which he was perched.
"What would you suggest, then?" he questioned, doing his best to keep the frustration out of his tone. He was sure he was probably failing quite miserably but, then, he was getting used to that being the norm. "If I can't bring beings here to amuse me, and I can't toy with the ones already present, what can I do? Sit around and wait to get let out of this biped-filled prison when I haven't even done a thing to deserve being stuck in it in the first place?"
And that was really the crux of the problem, wasn't it? The feeling of impotence - of not being able to just flicker off on a whim - it was worse here than it had ever been on Voyager.