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[Original] $ # *! my Dad says [Bingo Italy]

Title: $ # * ! my Dad says
Fandom: Original
Characters / Pairing: Eric , Paul
Rating: R
Wordcount: 475
Warning: Crack!, Stupidity, shits & giggles
Disclaimer: The characters are MIEIMIEIMIEIMIEI, then nobody can complain about anything
Notes: Written with the prompt Amnesia for bingo_italia , the title is loosely inspired by scopiaz show aired on Thursday on the CBS / O / (if they decide to not pay me for this advertising aggratis i loathe / or \\)
And just to the record, Paul did not really suffer from amnesia, is just stupid / o \\ ---

Eric returns to the table by his father and puts in front of the beer.

"Here. Happy now? "

Paul is half grunt and turns to his son. "Do not treat me like I was a kid, I continue to be your father."

The mechanic looks up at the sky and sighs.

"Trust me, I did not forget. So why did you want that we met? "He asks, sitting down facing each other.

Paul is silent and calm takes a sip from his mug. Lay the glass, wipes the foam mustache with the back of his hand and leans his elbows on the table.

then calmly announced: "I do not remember anymore."

Eric is silent for a moment, incredulous, then he understands that his father is not kidding and its expression gradually breaks down.

... Dad. Define 'I do not remember'. "

" Simple. I chiedto to see us today is Wednesday and Saturday, as it is assumed that I could remember to this day? "

" Why I've asked to see us Wednesday night, then? "

" Because I did not want to see you Wednesday. "

" Why have not you written somewhere that you wanted to tell me? " ;

"I did it."

The mechanic tightens the bridge of his nose between his fingers in frustration. "Dad ... where you wrote it six? "

" I do not remember. "

... Daddy. "

" What? I suffer from amnesia, you can not blame me! "

" You do not suffer from amnesia, you only have the usual damn bad memory you've had twenty-six years now! "

" This can not know! "

Eric shakes his eyes. "Want to bet? Thirteen millenovecentonovantuno April. My first football game. You did not come. I was very angry. Guess what? Have you played the card of amnesia. Again. "

Paul snorts and shrugs. "And understand, I used a lame excuse, that time!"

"Twenty-three in October two thousand and two. You and mom had to come to know the parents of Serena. Mom is coming and you do not because you were at work. Mom brought you to pieces. Tira a guess that excuses you pulled out. "

The father shakes his head. "All right! I do not suffer from amnesia! "

" Here. Thank you for your understanding. "

" I should have beat you more, as a child. "

Eric raises an eyebrow. "The only time you gave me a slap, you mother has disintegrated. And growing up, when we did I always won the fight. "

" Useless details. "

" Yeah, sure. "

" continues to be designed on the seats of my truck. "

Eric covers his ears, with suffering expression. "Good God, Dad, stop telling me every time!"

"Never, is the only thing that I can use against you."

Young sighs loudly, putting the empty bottle on the table .

"I just do not even remember what you had to tell me, right?"

"No, I do not remember, I suffer of amnesia. "
" Dad, I told you five minutes ago! "

... you tell me what I should say? So why the hell are you asking me? "

Eric covers her face with both hands, with a frustrated moan. "I told you that you can not use the excuse of amnesia."
Paul is silent, seems to think a bit '.

"Oh, yes."
"Eh." Snorted the mechanic.

"Well, but you can not expect me to remember it, I suffer from amnesia."