kero walked into the kitchen looking at the floor as he walked, he looked around before grabbing a pan and chicken. he never was a good cook, he didn't really care to cook. he started cutting the chicken gently, before throwing it on the pan. he turned the stove on, and grabbed some seasonings looking at it for a solid minute before sitting it down unsure. he grabbed a few can veggies and finished up just as his father walked in.
kero looked over opening his mouth to say something before closing it looking at the food.
his father walked over sighing "don't worry, food is food...you aren't a good cook...neither am i." he forced a chuckle. "your mother was the cook of the house..that's a womens job son." he said.
kero looked up giving a fake smile, finding those words sickening. "I have to finish the laundry..you should eat since its warm. I know you have had a long day." he said.
he loved his father even tho..he didn't agree with his view. he could hate him and, just give him hell but, his father did try his best to take care of him. gave him shelter..food..clothes.
even if he didn't agree with his 'outdated views.'