Thread: Crime and...punishment? (Hastor & Lina)

To say that Adam wasn't really looking forwards to sharing his house with a seventeen year old was fair, he'd made his choices in life and having children was one he'd opted out of. Now he was being stuck with a 'problem' teenager for three whole weeks, if he wasn't such good friends with her parents then right now he might be free of this particular burden. But no, as on this particular Friday afternoon the forty three year old got back from his job as a bank manager he knew that in half an hours time or so Christina, the girl from next door, would be arriving. Right now the older man's main concern was how to actually deal with someone of her age, let alone someone who had caused problems the way she had. Well, the first thing was probably going to be to change out of the suit he'd gone to work in, somehow he doubted that would make a particularly good impression to start with. One quick shower later he was just about the step out of the cubicle when Adam looked down, noticing that amongst the light covering of hair on his chest, there was one single pure white hair amongst the dark. It was the first he'd actually noticed one on his body, sure there were small number mixed in with the brown on his head, but this was new. God that makes me feel old... he muttered to himself as he plucked the offending follicle and washed it down the drain. A quick check assured Adam that that one white straggler was alone, but it also made him pay a little more attention to the rest of his body which was more reassuring still. Both in his youth and now in his forties the man was meticulous with taking care of himself. With his rather sedentary job it wasn't so much the amount of exercise he did, though Adam did make it to the gym three times a week, it was the fact that he was careful about what he ate. Naturally he was well built with broad shoulders and long legs, but it was his regimen that had kept him lean with just what he considered the 'right amount' of visible muscle on his arms, chest and legs. Now stepping out of the shower he checked his hair, the whole situation with having a teenager come to his home making him feel conscious about his age. Just as he remembered there were a few grey hairs mostly at his temples but otherwise his short cut and shaped hair was it's usual deep brown. Vain bastard he accused himself as he leaned away from the mirror, but all the same swept on eye over his features. A classically handsome face would be the best way to describe Adam, a strong jaw which he kept clean shaven, cheekbones high, and only just the start of wrinkles around the corners of his yes. Stop it he thought to himself more firmly. She's a teenage girl who you've seen a thousand times before, age isn't relative so her being here won't change anything. Besides, she's miscreant, her opinion doesn't matter. With that in mind he was dressed in his usual casual clothes not long later, a blue polo shirt above a pair of jeans, no effort made for his guest, or was it prisoner? She was supposed to be grounded after all. A coffee mug rested in one hand and a newspaper in the other as he waited on the couch, reading and drinking absently as he waited for the doorbell.