#☆ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴏᴠᴇʀ; ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ— ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ! ❞ ¦ 「 Dev and Dale 」

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(( Tag Dump - Dev Dimmadome ))

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Dale being good dad go brr >:(

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"What is wrong with you? You're making a scene!" ( Dale for Dev - awful father of the year award :') ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 ❝ I’m making a scene?! ❞ Despite the exasperation FLOODING his voice— prominent as the tears threatening to flood his eyes —Dev knows his father is right. He is making a scene. But unlike the usual displays of arrogance or dramatics reserved for his classmates ( meant to show how impressive he is to those who should be very aware of it; who need to be considering what lineage Dev is a part of ) this one doesn’t make him look good… Doesn’t make him feel like he’s any good either. No, this is raw and emotional and messy and SCARY and all he wants is to go back in time to prevent it from ever happening.

Maybe he could have Peri do that? Or maybe it’ll just be another thing he can’t have because of the dumb rules. With uncertainty nipping at his heels, Dev stands on the crumbling precipice of an emotional meltdown… and feels the ground give way beneath him before he can even make a decision.

With an audience to watch his descent, Dev goes from ecstatic from being seen with his father to wishing they were isolated in the Dimmadome ❛ ivory gold tower ❜ . Trembling where he stands, fists clenched in front of himself, he feels the weight of eyes upon him. Unsure if they’re drawn by shock or mere spectacle, or if they even DO care or have gone back to minding their own business— ignoring the squabbling pair as if they were any other dysfunctional family —Dev doesn’t know which is worse.

Glossy eyes glare up at his father, pain overwhelming falsely-blue hues ( contacts causing the disappointed figure looming over to blur even more ) and drowning the anger he’s trying to convey. ❝ G-Good! I’m glad I’m causing a scene! At least SOMEONE might pay attention to me! ❞ He bluffs, stammering through his defiance. ❝ I’ve been trying to talk to you all day and you haven’t even looked at me until now! ❞ Not until Dev had raised his voice in frustration, a small slip of composure. A brief blip in the model son’s behavior.

It hadn’t even BEEN a ❛ scene ❜ until Dale reacted to it.

❝ Y-You just care about what’s on your stupid screen or how much money you’re making or Ha— ❞ Complaint catches in his throat before he can give away how much he knows. Sniffing and wiping at his eyes with an arm, fingers poke one another, Dev’s gaze darting around as in search of escape from the situation he’s landed himself in. Dale was right… This is wrong. This isn’t how he acts. This ISN’T how a Dimmadome behaves. ❝ You don’t… ❞ You don’t care.

❝ I just… ❞ Throat catches, Dev fighting the wobble of his lip, ❝ I’m sorry, dad. ❞ 「 ☆ 」