lol I love that I posted this under Carlita's account at first...OOC MUCH?
Arlo went very white underneath the dirt and stubble on his craggy face, and dropped what he was doing. he finally looked up at Angelica. Now she'd got his fucking attention. he stood up slowly, dropping his stick and knife on the floor. How fucking dare she.
"Fuck. You. You don't know a fucking thing about me, Red. Who the fuck do you think you are to make some fucking assumption like that? That I can't take care of my fucking kid? Say it again and I'll turn a fucking blind eye that you're a woman, you fucking bitch" it was a new kind of rage. Cold, quiet and dangerous. You could say what you wanted about Arlo Thayer. He was an ass, he was rude, he was antisocial. He would take "jerk" and "crazy son of a bitch" and "fuck you" until the cows came home - but to call him a wife beater? Fuck that noise. He was a good fucking Father. That was all he fucking had and he would defend it to the death.