Drake

Junior

Zemi Dreigiau

Script

*sound of door shutting*

Junior: *comes in, soaked and dirty, looking ike a wet puppy, especially compared to the upstanding tough confident picture of Job* Hi Dad.

Zemi: *looks at him with arched eyebrows* Dad?

Junior: Oh... *slicks his wet, muddy hair back* You didn't tell me that you would have visitors tonight.