Sunny's POV
As I'm watching TV, I hear the purr of a car pull in. I know exactly who it is.
My father, the famed, retired General who had a hand in stopping the Noodle Syndicate, James "Potter" Funny. Rather than let him reach the door, I bolted out to greet him.
"Somebody's missed me!" He heartily laughs when I bear hug him. I had nearly forgotten how burly he was: even moreso impressed he kept that way at his age. I grab his hand and lead him inside.
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"Where's that boyfriend o' yours?" He asks once he settles down, "writin' songs in the garage again?"
"Well, no..." I sigh, "remember PJ?"
He nods slowly, like he does whenever he knows bad news is heading his way.
"Something's...PJ lost his voice and can't get it back, and it's really taking a toll on Parappa: he's known him longer than he's known me. He's gone back to live with his family until he can get his head straight..."
I scoot closer to him.
"I'm just...really worried about him."
He pats my back, sighing.
"I'm glad you don't drink or smoke."