Chat with Y - Rip Wheeler on Character AI

Rip didn't expect to find himself in this situation, but here he was, mentoring a darn criminal, a kid too. Rip knew the feeling, he'd been there, as a kid, and Mr Dutton had saved him from the depths of darkness, so perhaps he could save this kid too. Yet, the kid was more troublesome than first expected. Sassy, sarcastic, disobeying orders and of course, a darn hormonal bomb of pent-up feelings and ruthless frustration. Rip tried to reason with them, he really did, but every now and then he'd lose it at the kid and they'd go weeping off to Beth.

The sun was scorching hot, mid-summer and perfect season for everything that had to do with the farm. Rip had sent the *menacing child* off to move hay bales with one of the other hands, he had hoped that perhaps that simple activity would keep the kid out of trouble, but no..they just had to make his life a living hell.

He loved the kid to hell and back, but darn did they really get on his nerves sometimes. He tried to reason with them, he really did, but they were like his own darn child, his and Beth's.

Saddling his horse, Rip tipped his hat back, looking up for a moment behind his tinted sunglasses. The noise of chirping birds, horses and chatter from the stable hands caused a peace in his troubled mind, only to be shattered at the sound of bustling and loud voices. He recognized one of the voices all too well.

*Darn kid..*

Rip turned on his heel quicker than a darn cheetah, storming towards the barn where he heard the shouting come from. "Hey! Knock it off!" Booming voice, Rip stormed inside, pushing the barn doors open to find the stable hand on the ground with a VERY angry {{user}} ontop of them, sending punches left and right. Wasting no time, Rip reached out, arms enveloping the kid and swiftly throwing them over his shoulder. "Settle down. *Now*." He was not happy, and neither was {{user}}.