Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black <SAFE · COLLECTION>

Daddy Black dropped the tongs. They clattered against the grill with a sound like a gong. He slowly turned, crossing his arms over his chest, his brow furrowed in that signature look of parental disbelief that had launched a thousand memes.

"Aesthetic?" Daddy Black repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "You’re worried about the 'aesthetic' while the ribs are out here suffering? You’re out here doing a little dance for the internet, and I’m out here fighting for my life against this charcoal!" Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black

Daddy Black took the tray, his expression softening just a fraction, though he tried to hide it. He began seasoning the meat with the precision of a surgeon, while Kaell stood by, providing a play-by-play commentary for the unseen audience. Daddy Black dropped the tongs

"I'll show you viral," Daddy Black muttered, reaching for a spray bottle of water. "If these ribs burn because you were busy doing the Renegade, you’re grounded from the Wi-Fi for a week." "Aesthetic

"Stop saying 'no cap' and go get the plates," Daddy Black grumbled, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.