(Dad/Dave)

Dave arched his hips before pouting. "Needed this for so long."

"The sooner you get done the sooner I can start"

Dave continued to pout. "Roooobeeeert."

"Do as you're told like a good boy."

Dave crossed his arms. "I'm not in the mood for this Robert."

"Neither am I. You can do as your told, or you can get a spanking. And if you don't like those options, you can go to your room and stay there the rest of the night." Robert replied sternly.

"Fine." Dave went from pouting to scowling as he got up. He quickly snatched up his pajama pants and put them back on.

Robert tutted at him in clear disapproval.

Dave was silent as he left the room. He slammed the door, not caring how mad Robert would be.

Robert simply strode to the masterbath to take a shower

Dave went to John's bathroom to take a shower. He was at least going to get himself off.

After getting himself off and washing up, Robert changed into a clean pair of pajamas and went to bed.

Dave quickly got himself off and washed off. He put his pajama pants back on and went back to the guest room. He flopped onto the bed and sighed. John could never find out about this. The younger boy would never let him forget this. That is if he would even talk to Dave after.

Morning came swiftly and Robert was up at seven to make breakfast.

Dave was still sleeping at seven. He was cocooned in every blanket that had been on the bed. His head was shoved under a pillow.

Robert set Dave aside some breakfast and sat down to read the paper.

Dave wasn't out of bed until ten. He had left his aviators on the nightstand when he got up to go downstairs. He was rubbing at his eyes when he shuffled into the kitchen.

Robert was just getting up to make a fresh pot of coffee, his paper resting on the table open to where he had stopped reading.

Dave was silent as he went to a cabinet to look for cereal.

Robert got a bowl out for him while he was up. "The only milk we have is 2%. Is that alright? If you drink a different kind, I can pick it up today when I go to the market."

Dave hadn't known there was different kinds of milk besides white and chocolate. Bro did all the shopping. The older Strider barely bought milk to begin with. Dave knew he must have looked confused. "Huh?"

"Don't you have a preference? what kind of milk do you normally drink?" Robert asked

Dave was embarassed. Over milk for pete's sake. "Ummmm. I didn't know there was different kinds of milk." He looked away, ears turning milk. "Bro doesn't buy a lot of it."

"What color is the label on what he does buy?" Robert asked gently.

Dave shrugged, reaching for the bowl Robert got for him. He never really paid attention to the labels on anything besides to see what they were. He never really needed to know anything about the labels anyway. "I don't know."