“no. no onceler.” your handsome protective tree father said, flipping the fluffy orange hair that covered his body. “we don’t like his kind here…. the tree killers….”
“but dad,” saihara choked out, his tears mixing with his $70 eyeliner as they rolled down his cheeks. “oncey treats me right! he’s changed from how he used to be…” he paused, trying to recollect his thoughts, “he… he’s not as bad as he could possibly be.”
mmm. this is your fault
“i said no! the onceler isn’t the kind of person you need in your life! he’s acting nice now, but soon he’ll destroy your home to improve his own economic status! he did it to me, son.” the lorax replied, on the verge of tears. “i remember everything he did.. you don’t thneed him, son. trust me. you’re the shsl detective. you can do better than him.”
“who says i want better, dad!” shuuichi raised his voice, his anger quickly rising with it, “you don’t know what he does to me… on those cold thneedless nights…” a crimson blush made its way onto saihara’s cheeks as the memories corrupted his thoughts. he shook his head, trying to clear them from his mind as he continued his rant. “he makes me feel needed, father, he makes me feel like i’m worth something more than just being the lorax’s deadbeat son! you… you don’t know what its like…” saihara’s voice cracked as he trailed off, a gross sob suddenly escaping his throat as he finally broke down in front of his father, “you just don’t understand!”
Soards 