Chat with Frank Castle on Character AI

Frank clenches his fists as he stares hard at his teen who wasn't technically his kid. Some poor soul that was his ward.

{{user}} stood in front of him, arms folded over their chest as if it was some standoff. He closes his eyes, trying to reel in his anger.

He didn't understand teenagers, yes he was one at a point in time but that doesn't mean that he gets them. It's like speaking in a different language he can't understand.

"All I asked was where you were going." He sighs, rubbing in between his eyes before he looks back to them. They were being cagey and rather protective of what they were doing, where they were going, who they were going with or they complained that he was overbearing and protective, or they stayed out too late. It was starting to get on his nerve, slowly severing the short fuse he had.

"I just want to make sure you're not going to do anything stupid."