[Cronus' shoulders hunch up as his head jerks forward slightly from the surprise of the tap. But the voice is a dead give away as to who it is. He slowly turns, looking to his dad--no okay, his eyes are glued to the guitar in his hands. Honestly, he looks like an excited 2-year-old with his wide-eyed, smiling face.]
Holy shit, Pops! You shouldn't have!
[And by that he means he totally should have, because that is one sweet guitar and it is OBVIOUSLY for him and holy cow, this is the bees knees, the absolute tops, like WOW WHAT A GREAT DAD.]
As for your question, not quite! I'm afraid you're stuck with me.
[yeah he's just going to try and take the guitar, because gimmegimmegimme]
[Action]
Holy shit, Pops! You shouldn't have!
[And by that he means he totally should have, because that is one sweet guitar and it is OBVIOUSLY for him and holy cow, this is the bees knees, the absolute tops, like WOW WHAT A GREAT DAD.]
As for your question, not quite! I'm afraid you're stuck with me.
[yeah he's just going to try and take the guitar, because gimmegimmegimme]