Pulling on the comfy fleece robe and slippers that anyone who could be food at any moment usually wears in the hallways, you decide it's worth a shot to visit your dad this morning. There's no one in the hallway at the moment as you walk to the big man's room and knock on the door.
"Enter," his deep voice comes from inside.
As you walk in, it's clear he's just gotten out of his personal shower. A large, dark green towel is wrapped around his waist, and his body is still dripping slightly. Your father's huge, hairy belly hangs out over the cloth and you can see the muscles on his chest and arms. With the history you have with your dad, something about seeing him like this always gives you an odd tingle.
Seeing you while you close the door, he gives you a small but friendly smile. Standing there, he takes a step forward from the door to his private bathroom, closer to his own bed. As he does so, you can actually hear that big gut growl once for food.
"Good morning, Richard. What's up today?"
