Seth was startled when the door was kicked in, flinching with each shot fired into his ceiling. His brows furrowed as he watched his Dad with a slight frown. He shifted, holding his tongue as he just stood there.<br/>He waited a few minutes after his Father had gone before he moved to get his clothes in the wash. It bothered him to know his Father thought so little of him. He had never considered himself a hippy.<br/>After getting his clothes into the wash he went to get the tools he'd need to fix things up. Before heading back up to his room, repair supplies in hand, he looked into the tv room. "What you want for lunch?" his tone was calm as it usually was, though there was the faintest hint of anxiety.