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Isiah shook his head back and forth. "I'm not gonna be your dad anymore, kid. I've seen what you do to people in that situation."

It was true. Isiah wasn't going to give Tsurai the chance to ******** him over again. It was too painful, and he had too much going for him to ******** himself up now. He shrugged complacently. "You're gonna have to grow up someday."

"You made your bed, kid," Isiah stated, simply. He put the beer bottle cap into his mouth and popped it open with his teeth. "Now you gotta sleep in it."

Isiah grunted. "I'll teach you how to read, kid, if you promise to do your best to prove Connor that you're not a two faced, bloodthirsty psycho, okay?" He sneered. Tsurai was acting like a woman. A pre menstrual woman.

He grunted at being hugged, holding the beer up so it wouldn''t spill. "He worked with your family before, that''s why. Or he says he did. I dunno." He hugged Tsurai weakly with his other, beer-free hand. "Okay, okay, that''s enough."

Isiah nodded slowly before knocking back a swig of lukewarm beer, releasing a sigh that was frighteningly similar to an orgasm. "Jesus aytch christ and all of the saints, ******** beer.."

Isiah nodded eagerly before knocking back the rest of the bottle, enjoying the warm, oh-so-familiar feeling of one beer down. He wished he had another five to go through. He sat down on the ground in front of Tsurai, drawing the alphabet into the ground with his bottle cap. He stopped halfway through, realizing that Tsurai wouldn't be able to read it that way, wiped his hand over the dirt to 'erase' it before re-writing the alphabet, painstakingly, upsidedown.

He grunted. "Teaching him the periodic table of elements." He looked up toward Tsurai. "I thought you knew the alphabet?.. Anyway, I think the best place to start is with what each letter sounds like on it's own, and then we'll start putting vowels together as they are commonly in words, and after you can read everything, I'll teach you how to understand it. Okay? Simple enough?"

Isiah groaned. "Connor, show the minimum of sensitivity, please." He frowned a little. "Do you know their names? The names of these letters, I mean." He pointed at several down the line, starting with 'a'.